Sweet Briar Apartments Novels & Stories

I let Vanessa know which room she'd be staying in, to share with the pretty girl that came with her. I found out her names is Evelyn. Such a pretty name, I can't shake off the feeling I've seen her somewhere before. I specially liked that she actually smiled at me...hells yes Reynolds. ------- Brianna's POV I drove to Jeremy's apartment. When Carissa and I pulled up in the front I was surprised, it looked more like a set of houses rather then apartments. They were actually pretty nice looking. With more then plenty of space for parking, and a beautiful view from the lake in the back of them. I was expecting to see a set of buildings of countless doors and college students walking everywhere,

Briar is floating around at the moment and not latching on to any one job or direction. “Where are they now?” In the picture, they’re in a crate. “At the shelter being checked out.” Her smile grows. “We’re having triplets, all boys.” Three boys living with us? That would be a first. The one and only man, besides the movers, to enter our home is Dad. “Oh shit.” Briar sets her phone down quickly, and I know not to follow her line of sight because that would be way too obvious to whoever has caught her attention. “Mace and Taylor,” she whispers under her breath.

Mia and Sabrina walked up to me. Sabrina's hand rested at the small of my back while Mia tucked my hair behind my ear, looking at me with a newfound darkness in her eyes. “Let's go have some fun.” *** Brian's apartment on the southside of the city, a couple blocks from the house, was the location of choice. It sat silent and soaking in the darkness, like it'd been waiting for this very night. “He's just here to make sure we get back home safely. Loosen up a little, okay?”

Brian had chosen a quiet apartment near Glea College for Ariana. The driver helped Ariana carry her things upstairs and then left. The apartment was a small two-bedroom unit. For one person, it was just barely enough. Ariana glanced around at the layout and size of the apartment and couldn't help but sigh. "Brian's a CEO, yet he's so stingy," she thought. After setting everything up, Ariana lay down on the bed. Even small movements made her injuries hurt. Her arm and leg were badly injured. The doctor had told her to rest for a month before starting rehab.

“Small. But cute.” The place was a two-bedroom apartment in a quiet district called Willow Trace, about fifteen minutes from the main city. Not too far from The Den. “Are you sure we can afford this?” Mira asked, eyeing the chipped tiles in the bathroom. “It's not too late to look for another apartment." “With the rent split, yeah,” Aria said. “Besides, the guy who runs the place is old and half-blind. I told him we were cousins.” Mira laughed softly. Aria has her ways of handling things.

Two days later, Barbara moved from his original apartment building to a more upscale apartment building known as Skyhigh Park. Skyhigh Park had a strict security system. The monthly rent for a single apartment was about $900, and it was near the administrative area with convenient transportation. Most of the local well-paid white-collar workers and even the first and second-tier celebrities chose this place to stay. Since Maisie was free today, she took her two kids and helped Barbara to move into her house. Both of the kids were wearing matching clothes. They looked so adorable, and many older people in the neighborhood loved them a lot.

Five Years Later Briar’s POV “Congratulations to us at Ford’s interior design for becoming a partner with the AS real estate empire. To more amazing deals ahead.” Liam announced, and the hall was filled with a round of applause. “We have no one else to thank but our hardworking Briar Smith, who took it upon herself to ensure we have an undeniable best proposal. Thank you for your resilience, Briar.” He beamed at me, gesturing for me to come forward to address everyone.

Like something clicking gently into place. They both laughed, a little breathless, as if they’d just stepped out of different stories and into the same frame. “What are you doing here?” she asked, more curious than confused. Bryer lifted the bags as if to explain everything. “Uh… a good book and laundry." He smiled, a small little grin she couldn't help but notice. "I live here. Apartment 3B.” He glanced at her, eyebrows lifting. “You?” She shifted her grocery bag higher on her arm. “3A. Temporarily. I’m staying with Marley.”

It always was after she ran. *Okay,* she sent back. *Thank you, Viv.* --- Vivienne's apartment was in one of the newer buildings near the financial district, all glass and clean lines. Briar let herself in with the spare key and went straight for the bathroom. She stopped in the hallway. There was a pair of men's dress shoes outside the bedroom door. Dark oxfords, one had tipped slightly onto its side and she could see the size stamped on the inner sole. Twelve.

Barry nodded as he pulled up at the curb in front of Brigail's mid-rise apartment building. "Yes, we are. And we make such a good pair, don't you think?" Barry asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Without waiting for Brigail's response, Barry stepped out of the vehicle and was beside Brigail's door in a jiffy. Brigail got out of the car and was standing side by side with Barry, who was looking at her expectantly. "Would you like to do it again sometime?" Barry inquired hopefully. "Like you said, I'm in dire need of your assistance."