Novel & Cerita The Apartment

Alex: “[The Elysian Residences] — 3-bedroom apartment available for rent. Fully furnished with appliances. Close to subway. Move-in ready. Price negotiable.” The caption was followed by nine stunning images of a sleek, modern apartment, perfectly staged with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. The aesthetic was minimalist yet chic—clean lines, muted colors, and large windows that allowed plenty of natural light. Emily stared at the pictures, the luxurious interiors stirring a sense of longing in her chest.

, they looked each other in the eyes, got up in a hurry and crossed the street, rang the doorbell and a lady came out and said to them, "Do you want to know about the apartment? -Do you want to know about the apartment? -Yes, yes, ma'am, if you can show it to us. -Yes, of course, come in. As they walked to the apartment, the lady asked them: -Who is the apartment for? -For both of us, we are both going to rent it. -How nice, because it has two bedrooms, do you have children? -No, no, we both study and work. -Do you like to have parties? -No, we don't have enough for

Third Person POV The apartment was tiny. A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two. But it was theirs. No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors. Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened. Freedom.

Halle’s apartment was only two years old, she was one of the first tenants to move in, the building called to her like a siren when she had gone house hunting, the apartment was bigger than the last one she left, it had more than enough space to contain everything she owned and even more. It had a living room and a bedroom separate, a big kitchen that could survive her working on her cooking skills, and despite it being way above her budget, she paid for it as a treat for herself…Greta began to visit more often after that, well that was until Simon came into their lives.

The apartment was within the wealthy area of Dims-Wood, where Bryson and his girlfriend dwelt. As Connor led me inside the house, the landlord pulled out the available for rent sign from the ground. The apartment was refurnished, having all the furniture inside already. It was a 1-bedroom with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and dining room. "How much did you pay for this?" I asked, examining the beautiful decorative interior of the house which looked very expensive. "You don't need to worry about it." Connor went into his pocket and took out his wallet while we both stood in the living room.

They're both the best. Dad pulls the car up outside the apartments where Zoe and I live. It's not a high rise, we both wanted something that was more cute and cosy looking and found this area. The block is only four flights high with just twenty individual apartments in it. The building is made of brick and glass and each apartment has its own separate balcony, we all have trellis dividers and on ours we have an array of plants climbing up it with some small planters hanging off. I've adorned ours with fairy lights, a lot of fairy lights. And the thought of sitting on it with a glass of wine before crashing out early is appealing. Zoe no doubt will fire a mill

Walking onto the floor she looked to the left where her family’s house was located, before walking towards the right where another house was open. “Miss Wright, I was waiting for you. Come here, this is the apartment I was talking about.” A woman in her early thirties came out of one of the four apartments and urged her inside in a jovial tone. Emma nodded with a gentle smile, as she followed the broker inside. The apartment was moderately sized, with a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, and bathrooms, along with a balcony facing the lush greenery behind the complex. Even though the apartment com

They were all in their early twenties, about ten of them and were all hot and messy. They lived at the so called best floor in a run down apartment building like every other apartment building in the area infested with different range of rodents and reptiles, that was really a fucked up turn on for a fourteen year old girls. my friend Stella was dating their youngest member, a low creek boy who grew up here unlike them who were brought here by their six and sevens. The apartment corridor looked shitty on the outside but on getting inside, it was really different. Now she understood why they had the best apartment. According to rumors, the walls were clean gray

she opened the door wide and we trooped into her beautiful apartment. Her apartment was always squeaky clean, she hated dirt with all her body, mind and soul. It was a two bedroom en suite apartment with an amazing balcony that gave a great view of water parks. It was always so beautiful at night. Her apartment was modern, nothing girly, just classy.

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."