Novela Apartment Homes Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, I need to take this call. Bode, please show Miss Fayola to her apartment.” Bode gestured for me to follow as he led the way. “Each apartment has a kitchen, bathroom, living room and two bedrooms,” Bode explained. “He mentioned that there are other tenants. How can I possibly afford to pay rent for a place like this? I don't even know how much it costs.” I reared back in surprise when he laughed.

After climbing three flights of creaky stairs, I finally reach our door and step inside. Silence greets me. Nova’s probably still at the library, studying for her SATs. Nerd. I snigger to myself before looking around our tiny apartment. The space is cramped, with just enough room for a small couch that sags in the middle, a scratched-up coffee table we got secondhand, and a kitchen shoved into one corner with barely enough counter space to cook a decent meal. The walls are a dull, off-white color with peeling paint near the ceiling, and the single window overlooking the alley lets in more city noise than actual fresh air.

He would never know we were here in this apartment building because I oversaw the real estate properties of Earth. This typical apartment was a basic one bedroom. Beautiful granite countertops in the kitchen and large windows overlooking the New York skylight. The square footage was incomparably more petite than our home back in the Celestial Kingdom, but this was all we needed. A place to sleep, hide and confide in each other as we tried to find the lurking evil.

I got up. The apartment was small but it was ours in a way that the Wolfe Mansion had never been mine despite its cathedral ceilings and its curated wardrobes and its studio with three glass walls overlooking manicured gardens. This apartment had two bedrooms and a kitchen that required sideways navigation and a bathroom where the hot water took four minutes to arrive and a living room that was currently seventy percent fabric samples and thirty percent Noah. Noah was everywhere in this apartment.

I counted it twice, then again, like it might grow if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. Still, it was enough. Enough to start something. A studio apartment. A room in someone’s house. A place to sleep that didn’t smell like mop water and French fries. Somewhere I could close a door and know no one was coming in unless I said so. I pulled out my phone and searched “apartments near me—cheap.” The results were… grim. But one listing caught my eye. Small. Run-down. Only a kitchenette and a bathroom. But no roommates. No eyes. No judgment.

“This can’t be true. Isn’t Charlene a poor student? How could she afford it?” “That’s right. This apartment must belong to Jacob. He drives an expensive car, and he dresses in luxury brands. Jacob, hurry up and explain!” Jacob pursed his lips as sweat covered his forehead. Meanwhile, Prissy nudged him anxiously. “Jacob! It’s clearly written on the document that you gave me the apartment. Why is he saying that it belongs to Charlene?! Tell me now!” I sneered at Prissy as she stomped her foot, and I slowly said, “Obviously, that deed is fake!”

The sales executive said truthfully, “This is the only type of apartment in the master building. There is one elevator for each household, and you will be able to enter your household directly after coming out of the elevator. If you don’t mind the view, you can take a look at the building behind the master building. There are apartments that are one hundred and eighty square meters in that building.” Marianne looked at the approximate location, shook her head, and said, “Forget it. Let’s take a look at this building. Are there still any apartments on the top floor?” The sales executive nodded. “Yes. There is still an apartment on the top floor that has been cleared some time ago. The owner

Chapter 30 April’s POV “Wow, this place is so cool.” Maria said, looking around the apartment mason had helped us move in to. He had wanted me to start living alone but I knew I couldn’t afford it yet, so I had to live with my friends who also needed a place to stay. Mason talked to one of his employees who had a friend with a low cost apartment building. The place had a light brown themed interior. The furniture was brown but the walls and curtains were lighter. The living area and kitchen were fairly small but bigger than those in Waters’ building. I chose the best bedroom which overlooked the city.