Pink Palace Apartments Novels & Stories

She hadn’t seen Abbi in a long time. By the end of the day, Hayden and her shared a sense of expectation mixed with uncertainty. Neither had any idea what the visit would bring. Georgia stayed quiet for most of the ride. The Palm Gardens old age care facility was out of town. They passed through a scenic route along the way, a long winding road that encompassed beautiful hills and sweeping wooded trails. The facility finally came into view. The center was a neat, double-storey face brick building with a large sliding door at its entrance. Inside, it was airy and bright, neatly tiled, with calming piano music playing somewhere. The receptionist was a cheery young woman named Gail. The place s

They're both the best. Dad pulls the car up outside the apartments where Zoe and I live. It's not a high rise, we both wanted something that was more cute and cosy looking and found this area. The block is only four flights high with just twenty individual apartments in it. The building is made of brick and glass and each apartment has its own separate balcony, we all have trellis dividers and on ours we have an array of plants climbing up it with some small planters hanging off. I've adorned ours with fairy lights, a lot of fairy lights. And the thought of sitting on it with a glass of wine before crashing out early is appealing. Zoe no doubt will fire a million questions at me and wonder w

Even the tiles on the floor were imported white marble, each piece worth 10,000! To step on the ground was to step on money! Philip glanced at the address on the phone—Area A, Building 013. Then, he stepped toward the main entrance and was quickly greeted by a good-looking female attendant at the door. “Welcome to Blossoms Park. May I ask if you’re alone? Are you here to look at the units?” Philip was a little embarrassed. He touched the back of his head and said with a smile, “No, I’m here to look for someone.”

An older, friendly looking woman met them at a door directly across from the elevator. "Hello. I'm Martha. Are you Pearl?" "Yes, I'm Pearl." She replied as the Martha unlocked the door and let them inside. Rhys called it a studio apartment, but it wasn't what Pearl was used to calling that. It was at least 1000 square feet, open concept and had an loft upstairs that was a bedroom with what looked like a second bathroom. It was industrially designed with exposed duct work and brick. The kitchen was small but had modern fixtures and high tech appliances. The living room had a vaulted, open ceiling with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the park.

White Palace was a beauty and Hazel fell in love with it the moment she saw it. Limestone was used for its construction having lush gardens. It was surrounded by dense forests which was a forbidden territory, especially at night. Why? Well, she did not have any idea about it. She was given a room in the block used by Ezequiel, just opposite his room. There were rooms, assigned to personal maids and servants of each block. There was a separate block that was underutilized. A maid told Hazel that it was supposed to be for the future queen of the Kavoda Kingdom.

Ernesto glanced at the sleeping Karsyn, her hair still wet and yet she slept like that, it would be strange if she wasn't running a fever! Awkwardly, I picked up the towel that Karsyn had thrown on the seat and then put it back down. Ernesto turned his face away, looking at the receding scenery outside the window, his lips pressed into a thin line... Irvin glanced discreetly through the rearview mirror at Mr. Martinez's actions and couldn't help but feel worried for him. Skyline Apartments, located in the heart of Goldmoor, is a luxurious residential area with elevator access and one unit per floor. The security and privacy are both excellent.

Entrance to the Platinum Palace. In the capital, and even in a prosperous city like Araraquara, the Platinum Palace wasn’t just a luxury condominium. It was a fortress of extreme prestige, where money alone couldn’t buy a deed. It was the territory of the ultra-elite, the sanctuary of the untouchable billionaires. Henrique’s small black car, which visually clashed completely with the fleets of shiny Rolls-Royces and Maybachs that usually drove around there, slowly approached the imposing main gate of wrought iron and gold.

*SATURDAY | 4:00PM | ELENA’S APARTMENT | IKoyi | PLAYGROUND BY THE SWIMMING POOL* The afternoon sun was melting into gold. Elena’s apartment had this corner nobody used for business. A small playground. White swing set with blue seats. A tiny yellow slide. Rubber mats in bright colors. Hibiscus and bird-of-paradise plants in big white pots. Past the gate, the infinity pool shimmered. You could hear water lapping softly.

"I heard you don't have your own home in Florivera yet. My company has purchased several penthouse apartments in Crystal Lake recently. All of them are fully furnished and one can move in with a little cleaning. If you don't mind, I can arrange to transfer one of the ownerships to you through my subordinates." There was no such thing as a free lunch. Abigail was not foolish enough to think she was lucky. She said, "Mr. Zach, I'm afraid I can't help you with this favor." "If you don't like the penthouse apartment in Crystal Lake, we also have villas in Mangrove Bay that have been well-decorated and have never been occupied. Once the ownership is transferred to you, you and your grandmother ca

Abigail sat behind her desk with Bernard taking a seat across from her. “So what is this suddenly brand new idea that you have?” She asked with a smirk. “We have The Pleasure Palace for the women who don’t get sold at auction and then there’s Pink Velvet for the women who are no longer qualified to give birth but are still able bodied enough to assist in the act as well as mentor the new arrivals. I’m thinking I may have found the perfect thing for the women who don’t know their place and the men who have failed the assassin or military training.” He chuckled.