Psycho Apartment Novels & Stories

So why was he standing in this rank tenement house with his dick in his hand, waiting for her to come around and let him in? Rhye eyed the array of locks on the apartment door. At least these were in working order, and she’d had the good sense to set them once she got inside. But for Rhye's power and lineage, tripping the locks with his mind took all of two seconds. He slipped inside the apartment and closed the door behind him. The decibel level in the small studio was enough to make his head shatter. He glanced around the place with narrowed eyes, taking in the odd decor. The only furniture was a futon and a bookcase, which housed a quality stereo system and a small flat-panel television—b

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

Crazy! Danny We woke up already ... just laying down talking to each other . 🙄🙄🥺 Ah Shui The apartment is so big for a bachelor . It has six bedrooms . One study room , one games room with huge televisyen , two computers for playing games . Downstairs gym , games section with basketball box , snooker , four games machine a huge televisyen in the living room . A glass pool connected the master room to the other three rooms . I like it .🥰😍😘

I muttered before turning to follow Kylie into her apartment. "Sorry about that, shes been a rambling mess lately. Business has been booming since the Panic room opened up shop just outside of town. She and dad have been working double time to keep up with orders." My stomach turned at the sound of that name, and the card in my pocket suddenly felt a lot heavier. "So you've been to the Panic room, then? Have you met the owners?" I asked as I took off my jacket.

Chapter 38 The apartment Antonio very carefully broke into was very small and quaint. From his expertise in the field from the way the apartment was decorated whoever stayed there wasn’t planning on staying very long or just recently moved there. There was no pictures on the walls, a simple couch and rug in the living room. Barely any bills on the counter and hardly any dust. Someone was moving in.

It caught her by surprise and threw her into a temporary trance but once he turned away, she broke out of her reverie. He really is an idiot, she sighed inwardly. …. Yang and Lim were at a dingy little apartment at the city’s downtown. The building they entered was rented to tenants at very cheap rent. Each unit consisted of only one room and a small bathroom and the building was situated in a narrow alleyway right next to the local market.

Today she's blocking me from kicking her with my long legs. “You guys are so funny,” I reply sarcastically. They love to tease me about my lack of relationships. Which I usually don’t mind, but today I’m at my wit’s end. It’s not that I don’t believe in it. I just can’t trust anyone enough to spend my life with. I’m not a nun, I just limit contact with guys to the physical part. “Seriously, I don’t mind going back to Brooklyn, but I’m going to miss my apartment so much.” The thought of leaving the place where I made so many memories with my mom makes my eyes sting. I need to change the subject quickly before I start crying here. “I can’t find a roommate. Everyone who’s come to visit the apar

He watched it disappear into traffic, then looked at the building where he would spend the next week deciding what kind of man he had become during nine years in a cage. He climbed the stairs to the third floor. Found the key under the mat as promised. Opened the door to the apartment 3C and stepped into a space that smelled like abandonment and possibility. The apartment was small but functional. Furniture that did not match. Kitchen with basic supplies. Bedroom with a mattress on the floor and a closet that probably contained exactly the weapons Kenji had mentioned. Danny set the folder on a table and walked to the window, looking out over Tepito.

That night, I told Tomas the plan in a lazy voice while finishing my takeout dumplings. “I’m not giving up this apartment,” I said, balancing the sauce packet on my knee. “In fact… we’re turning it into our base. A full wipe. Gut the walls. Soundproofing. Secure servers. Disguised storage units. I want this place so clean no one will recognize it.” He raised a brow, mid-chew of some overpriced sushi I’d ordered him. “Here? This shoebox?” I tossed a crumpled napkin at his head. “This shoebox is ground zero. This is where I broke. So it’s only fair it’s also where I rebuild. And it’s got character. Also… rent-controlled.”

The start of summer. The apartment was, objectively speaking, a complete disaster. It was a fourth-floor walk-up in a grimy, industrial neighborhood of Chicago. The hardwood floors were warped, the radiator clanked like a dying engine, and the single window in the main room looked directly out onto a brick alleyway. "The landlord says the water pressure is 'character-building,'" I noted, turning the rusted faucet in the tiny kitchenette. A pathetic, sputtering stream of lukewarm water trickled out.