Sweet Briar Apartments Novels & Stories

As he buckled them in, Brielle’s hand lingered on her belly again. Four kids. Two on the way. A life she once thought she’d never get to have. And now it was all unfolding in front of her. The drive to the house was only ten minutes, but it felt like a journey toward a promise. When Miss Talbot turned onto a quiet cul-de-sac lined with maples and blooming hydrangeas, Brielle inhaled sharply. Then she saw it. A beautiful two story home sat at the end of the street, sunlight warming the gray stone front and white trim. Five windows framed the second floor. A large front porch wrapped along the side. And the backyard sprawled further than she expected.

I could not tell which number he fell into in the list of Brair’s numerous ex-husbands list but I knew his face well. We barely spent up to three months in his house. He was easy to scam. All Briar had to do was get him to sign over some of the properties to her. Once he did that, she sold all of it within a day. She let go of me. “He went up the stairs. We have to stop him before he finds someone to talk to.” She hurried up the stairs and I followed behind. We reached the hallway. My heart leapt as I spotted Josh right opposite Levi.

They were all very beautiful, like a trio from a modeling agency. “Hello Luna.” Starts the dirty blond. The tone of her voice sounds very mature but feminine, just like her appearance. She looked like a tough bad bitch wearing all black like her leather jacket and tight skinny jeans with heeled boots. Even without the boots, she was the tallest out of all of us. “My name is Briar, and I’m Chris’s mate.” I was a bit surprised to discover that the mellow, joyful, surfer vibes Chris is the mate of a strong and fierce woman like Briar, who looks like she belongs in a biker gang. But who was I to judge?

she said while putting in the passcode then opened the door. I bit the side of my lip as I suppressed a smile. Brielle went in first and I was the one to close the door. She was scurrying inside and went into a door which I assume to be is the bathroom. "Make yourself at home" she shouted from inside the bathroom. I chuckled. I looked around a bit. Brielle's apartment had just enough space for one or two people. The furnitures and decorations fit well with the white colored interior. There was a big glass window overlooking the buildings of the city.

Coming over was an immensely huge move for her, which solidified their budding friendship. They parted ways a few minutes later, Scarlett set out on her run and Brianna went back inside the apartment building. Scarlett steps into a slow and steady rhythm with her music while staring at the sky. The neighborhood was a very beautiful place indeed. Her apartment building and the surrounding buildings all looked well maintained and were in good condition, it was obvious they were being maintained well by workers and the efforts of the residents too. And the neighborhood was really peaceful too with just a few people walking their dogs and a few others hurrying to work early.

She turned and walked towards the entrance of the apartment complex, leaving Levi standing alone on the sidewalk, watching her go. She entered the lobby, a small, sparsely furnished space with a linoleum floor and a faded floral couch. The air smelled faintly of bleach and stale coffee. She walked to the front desk, a small window behind which sat a woman with tired eyes and a nametag that read “Brenda.” "I'm Brianna Wilson," she said, sliding her ID across the counter. "I'm here to pick up my keys for apartment 204." Brenda glanced at the ID, then rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a set of keys attached to a large, plastic fob. She handed them to Brianna, her expression neutral.

“For what? Hidden joy?” “Standard procedure,” the attendant replies, making a mark. Briar huffs. “Of course it is.” Tessa pops up off the bed. “Where, where will you be?” Briar swings her bag strap over her shoulder, chin lifted like she’s walking into battle. “With him.” Then, as if forcing herself to say the soft part in a hard way, she adds, “He’s staying near the palace right now because of work. Blacksmith’s shop quarters. So that’s where I’ll be too.”

Scott said, walking towards the entrance and inserting the key into the padlock. They entered the house, and Briana liked the tiny living room instantly. The wall was painted light yellow, giving it a sunny atmosphere—just what she needs. The bedroom was painted a light pink and was just the right size for her stuff. It had a queen-size bed, closets, and a clean-looking bathroom. "This apartment only has one bedroom, Bri. A bit smaller than mine," he said. "It's great, I like it! Can we see the back garden now?" She requested excitedly.

The plasters have left the walls a long ago and most of the doors are either fixed or hanging on the hinges. "Which apartment number, Brady?" I ask Brady in a whisper. "Apartment number- 17, Boss." He tells me and it doesn't take me a minute to locate the last apartment on the first floor. The noises coming from the neighbors, both drunken husbands yelling on wives and children screaming in front of the television. The air only reeks of grease, alcohol and tobacco. How can someone live with families in such shitty place and what future these kids will have? "Oh..stop..you animal..ahh..You're hurting me now." A woman moans while the bed is slamming against the wall.

Her body accepted his nearness as something that belonged. Briar noticed, of course. She noticed everything. But she said nothing, content to walk between them, laughter easy, presence warm. As they drew closer to Astarte, her excitement grew brighter, more visible, though it was threaded now with something quieter — a tightening behind her smile, a hesitation that surfaced when she thought neither of them were watching. One evening, as the hills began to rise and the air sharpened, Briar broke the silence. “When we reach the city,” she said lightly, “things are going to get… complicated.”