Shinbi Apartment Novels & Stories

Haru slides on behind me and we ride off without looking back. It took Haru and me a week to find the apartment, only a couple of blocks from the club compound. We both had a lot of money saved from the odd jobs we used to do when we first got out of our hell, so we were able to buy the place. The apartment was nice... spacious, and in a pretty good neighborhood. The walls were pure white, with dark hardwood floors throughout. Three bedrooms with walk-in closets, two bathrooms, a big living room, and an open kitchen. We also had a balcony with a large glass sliding door. It was on the fourth floor, and thankfully, the elevator worked. There was even a swimming pool in the back and parking un

“Oh. I thought I left him in my room.” “Of course you did.” “Can I take him since he's already here?” Sabrina sighed and told him to get his shoes before she changed her mind, and Eli disappeared so quickly that I almost laughed again. I stopped myself this time and allowed my attention to move around the apartment. It was smaller than I expected, and I didn't need to ask if Sabrina was struggling financially. A bucket sat beneath the leaking kitchen sink, catching water every few seconds, while the couch looked old enough to belong to the building itself. Children's drawings covered one side of the wall, and framed photographs were scattered around the living room, most of them showing Sabr

"I'm here, friends!" "Oh, Shin! Are you just arriving now?" It was a worn-out, fifteen-pyeong apartment in Gaepo-dong, Gangnam. Though cramped, the space where Sion and Muhyul lived together was always filled with a serene happiness. Limping slightly on her uncomfortable leg, Sion opened the door and immediately peeked into the plastic bag in Hyeon-sin's hand. "Wow, it's my absolute favorite, strawberries!" "Yeah, Sion. Eat them all. Give Muhyul only a tiny bit."

Seraphina's POV The address on my phone felt like a lifeline. 392 West 88th Street, Apartment 4C. I stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the brownstone building. It wasn't new, but it had character—the kind of weathered elegance that came from decades of being loved instead of constantly renovated. The rent was too good to be true. I knew that. But desperation had a way of making you willing to believe in miracles. I climbed the front steps and pressed the buzzer for 4C.

" he said. She turned to look at him. He was watching the road. "The address Giulia had given them for Elena Marchetti's apartment was on a narrow street two blocks from the Navigli canals, the kind of street that existed in the oldest parts of Italian cities — cobblestones worn smooth by centuries, buildings pressed close on either side, window boxes with herbs that had survived into October through sheer stubbornness. The apartment building was number fourteen. A green door, paint slightly peeling, a panel of buzzers beside it with handwritten names beside each one. Scarlett stood on the wet cobblestones and ran her finger down the list.

If looks could kill, I'd be a goner. Five minutes later, I pulled up to the apartment block Grace lives in and I shoot her a quick text message. The apartment building isn't very big, about five floors with two car parking garages underneath. It has a modern look with white paint and grey and tan trim with a glass stairway leading to the top. The balcony of each apartment is wide enough for a small table and two chairs.

Johanna's heart seemed to be touched by something, and her nose even felt a little sour. "That's settled then." Abigail got up and went out. After getting on the car, she opened her phone and found a house from her collection of assets that was the smallest in size and located in the city center. This is a small apartment located on the Sunshine Coast, fully furnished, with an area of 90 square meters. The entrance password should be 101010. Several grandfathers often give her houses, and for her convenience to remember, the passwords are all set to this.

Brielle's POV Wow. The new apartment I was to start living in was small, sterile, and furnished with the kind of bland, beige furniture that screams, "I am transient." But it had a sturdy lock, a functional kitchen, and it was a fifteen-minute walk from St. Johannis Klinik. After the grimy stench of the hostel, this felt like a bunker. A safe, clean space where I could finally, truly breathe. I paid the landlord—a silent, stout man who preferred cash and zero questions—for six months upfront. It drained the last of my panic cash, but I didn't care.

Qin Jingze didn't think much about it as he said ''Season Spring Residence.What about it, Miss Lin?" Season Spring Residence is among the most luxurious residential compounds in Beijing comprising of eleven towers. "Well, Mr.Qin, we are neighbors. We have bumped into each other quite a few times. That's why you find my face familiar," Lin Shi replied. Qin Jingze immediately recognized her as his neighbor.He has seen her many times, that's why he was finding her familiar but he couldn't put a finger on how he came to know her.

Shane's flat was adorned in a warm and inviting manner, mirroring his amiable personality. It served as a cozy haven with a color scheme of pink and blue, her favorite, coupled with Mediterranean-style decor. The flat was somewhat smaller than she had envisioned, a bachelor apartment with just one room. "Come in, why are you standing at the door?" Shane gestured for her to enter. She felt a bit self-conscious; after all, it was her initial visit to a man's home, wasn't it?