Psycho Apartment Novels & Stories

Was this even still my home? I had hired famous architects to design it, and it was all ruined. My furniture that cost millions of dollars had gone missing. Prissy was walking through the narrow corridor with a string of keys in her hand and collecting rent money. When she saw me, she sneered. “Charlene, why are you here at my rental apartment?” I was shocked. “You did this?” Prissy glanced at me and shook the keys before my eyes. It was as if she feared I would not see them.

" The blue panel unfolded. I thumbed past the cosmetic options and found the one I wanted. *Safehouse Security Package: 200 points. Includes untraceable lease, alias documentation, reinforced entry, and a ninety-day privacy shield against plot-linked tracking.* "Ninety days," I said. "How convenient." "The plot's calendar is not subtle." I bought it. Then I bought *Prenatal Protection (Basic)* for another hundred, because my hands were still cold from the ultrasound. The panel chimed and a new address spread across my vision like a map drawn in light. Apartment 4C was in a quiet brick building on the east side, with a doorman who nodded without asking questions and an elevator that smelled o

Harper The apartment was noticeably smaller than it had appeared in the photographs, but atleast, it was still livable. The studio layout was straightforward: a single main room, a compact kitchenette tucked against the far wall, and a small bathroom hidden behind a narrow door. The walls were painted a pale cream that had faded over time, and the wooden floor was traced with scratches from years of past tenants.

absurd, pool parties are the highlights around here. There are only 3 bedrooms in the apartment, the one with the big top warning sign with a "fuck off or get fucked" sticker belongs to Harry, the other and only bedroom downstairs is used as a guest room for the boys when they need to get away for or from one or two reasons or fun, the last room which doesn't need no warning because of the time locked is mine. The apartment also has a decent kitchen, dining of 8, an office space with bookshelves. The offer owner must be a book worm or something. It is now kinda a mini library when we feel like reading, which seldom happens, no jacuzzi but the toilets and showers are cool.

Or dead. In grim silence, the trio made their way to the southwestern edge of town, to an upscale apartment building. It looked new, gleaming. They drove past a sleek new swimming pool that looked more like a tropical oasis than a man-made water hole. Multiple spas, jogging trail, Wi-Fi included. Definitely more upscale than Tyler could afford on a bouncer’s salary. Luc’s heart sank, and given Jack’s and Hunter’s grim faces, they had done the math as well. But they continued on until they reached apartment 314 and knocked.

I have enough to go round. I'm definitely not complaining. Mike's Apartment complex is quite the catch, it has a beautiful rooftop with a swimming pool right in the center. The only discouragement is how many floors it has, but Mike happens to be on the last floor, 15b, door directly opposite the one to the roof. Touché. I take a shower and head to bed, but the sleep isn't forthcoming. I can't stop thinking about what Micheal said, I need a real relationship, I need real love, I need to let go off my fears.

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.

The frozen apocalypse would arrive in one week. I must prepare myself. To avoid raising suspicion, I secretly went to the neighboring residential area and bought an unwanted top-floor apartment. Rumor had that someone had jumped to their death in this unit and that vengeful spirits lingered inside. Even though this penthouse had been on the market for a long time, no one wanted it, so the price kept dropping. I spent only $100,000 to acquire this nearly 2,000-square-foot apartment!

No one whispered about betrayal. I stopped at the building I’d rented a tiny studio in—a cramped, peeling third-floor apartment wedged between two towers. The walls outside were cracked with age, and the paint had faded into a tired gray that no amount of sunlight could brighten. Laundry lines stretched across the alley like tangled ribbons, and the faint sound of karaoke drifted from somewhere below. To anyone else, it would look suffocating. To me, it was salvation.

Either she's surmising things or whoever was there is long gone. Shrugging off the feeling she turned to climb the steps. Her small cozy apartment is on the second floor and she's claustrophobic so she preferred steps rather than box channeled lift. On setting foot on her floor, Sophia unlatched her modest one bedroom-kitchen apartment's door and went in. She couldn't spare the price of the lavish one; she rented out the one with an attached bedroom, a small foyer and diner-kitchen. Moreover she's comfortable here, the next doors were good enough to least take care of her, as well it was walk in distance from her evening shift workplace and additionally she lived all alone by herself so she'