Novela Apartment Homes Novels & Stories

"That one is an apartment—four rooms, including a bathroom, toilet, and sitting room. Fully furnished, beautifully decorated both inside and out. It includes—" "Where is it located?" I cut in, not interested in the unnecessary details. "Canada." I barely glanced at it before putting it aside. "Nah. Too small and too far." I reached for the next option. "Ah, yes… That’s a one-man apartment." Not what I needed. "What about this one?" I asked, pointing to another image. "Oh, that’s a family home," he explained, adjusting his suit. "Five rooms, excluding the sitting room, toilets, and bathrooms. It has a balcony and a master bedroom. It’s located in London."

, they looked each other in the eyes, got up in a hurry and crossed the street, rang the doorbell and a lady came out and said to them, "Do you want to know about the apartment? -Do you want to know about the apartment? -Yes, yes, ma'am, if you can show it to us. -Yes, of course, come in. As they walked to the apartment, the lady asked them: -Who is the apartment for? -For both of us, we are both going to rent it. -How nice, because it has two bedrooms, do you have children? -No, no, we both study and work. -Do you like to have parties? -No, we don't have enough for that. -It was precisely what they were looking for, the windows overlooked a small terrace overlooking the street.

Alex: “[The Elysian Residences] — 3-bedroom apartment available for rent. Fully furnished with appliances. Close to subway. Move-in ready. Price negotiable.” The caption was followed by nine stunning images of a sleek, modern apartment, perfectly staged with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. The aesthetic was minimalist yet chic—clean lines, muted colors, and large windows that allowed plenty of natural light. Emily stared at the pictures, the luxurious interiors stirring a sense of longing in her chest.

The small apartment felt unusually quiet when Gian unlocked the door. It was on the seventh floor, with a balcony overlooking the city park. Not very big, but comfortable enough for two people. The living room and kitchen shared an open layout, furnished with modern minimalist pieces. Shades of gray and cream dominated the space, giving it a calm yet slightly cold atmosphere.

It reminds me of when we were kids, before everything got complicated. "Come on," she says. "One more viewing. The listing said there's a dishwasher." "All the dishwashers in this neighborhood are named Miguel." "Shut up." I follow her out of the apartment. Jax The fourth apartment is worse. It's in a building that smells like cabbage and despair. The elevator is broken. The walls are thin enough that I can hear someone arguing in the next unit. And the bedroom is barely big enough for a twin bed. Jess loves it.

what if this is not a new beginning but a disaster? Sighing I get down from the car and unloaded my bags. I am standing in front of my apartment. I have seen the ad online that it's a three-bedroom apartment with one common bathroom a living room and an open kitchen and a back patio with an underground parking lot. there is only one vacant needed and I immediately jumped into action without any delay paying the advance and confirming my room. The other two girls also go to the same university as me. I don't know anything about them, I just know that they go to the same university.

I said as I can see Wayne's mouth was glued together after he swallowed his words to respond to the lady on the screen. "Understood, the nearest apartment you are searching for is the Dark Oak Apartment is further away from the Hessian Corps but near the WPD a measurement of twenty yards away while the Lavender Apartment is approximately two blocks away and if you want to see more apartments, please let me know," the lady said while she nods slowly. "Alright, The nearest among the apartment you see" I added up. "Greenflich apartment it is which is behind the WPD, please rest your shoulders at the back of your seats and watch the terrace of our greatest cityscape"

I stated thick with sarcasm. Her apartment was halfway down the hall from the elevators, and stairs, and she pointed the direction down the hall to her right, where the open apartment was. I tried to lean over to count the number of doors, from her apartment to what potentially would be or could be mine. 6. 6 doors down. Not too shabby. “They are all 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom apartments in this building. The master has an en suite. There is a balcony.” She tried to sell me on the apartment building as she unlocked her door. I smiled and noticed the doorbell on the side of her door. I thought of being a jerk and ringing it, even though she was standing right there. Oh, if I do live in the apartme

I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603. "Hey, are you home?" I pushed the door open. It was dark inside. The soft patter of rain and the low rumble of thunder answered me. The living room was dark, but the bedroom light was on. A warm yellow glow spilled from the doorway, casting a rectangle of light across the floor. I kept my guard up. The door was left open, after all. The guy in 603 had clearly seen someone at my door, so why would he open his? In the bedroom, a man was lying on his side on the bed. It looked like no one else was in the apartment. I hurried over and tapped the man.