The Apartment Novels & Stories

Jenny pushed open the off-white apartment door. The lock was brand new, its brass handle glinting coldly under the hallway lighting. The air carried a blend of disinfectant and aged wall paint—an odor not sharp enough to sting, yet stubbornly clinging to the nostrils once breathed in. The living room was tiny, barely able to fit a faded fabric sofa and a glass coffee table. On the table sat an unopened box of donuts, its paper bag fluttering faintly in the draft from the air conditioner.

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 w

The day I saw his mother would be the day I threw his help back at him and walked out again. “I know that, which is why I’ve arranged a separate apartment for you. I just finished setting it up,” Adrian said. Another one of your family’s owned apartments?” I questioned, my tone laced with sarcasm. “No, no, this one is from a private rental agency. If you hadn’t overheard, I would have told you. We’re heading there now because it’s already reserved,” Adrian replied.

Just… normal. “Come in.” The apartment was minimal but functional. Hardwood floors. Big windows overlooking the street. A couch, coffee table, small dining table. Kitchen with stainless steel appliances. It was all good, clean, tidy, and impersonal. "That's the living room. Kitchen's over there. The bathroom is down the hall.” He pointed toward a closed door. “That’s my room. And this...” He opened another door. “Would be yours.”

CHARLOTTE ~•~ It didn’t take long for Briella to get approved for an apartment. It was kind of a big deal because it was her first apartment. She’d been living with her parents and after they died, she’d lived with my parents all her life. Her new apartment was nice. It was a small two-bedroom unit in a quiet neighborhood not too far from our new house. It wasn’t, but it had a decent kitchen, a small balcony, and enough space for George to have his own room. When she told me the news over the phone, her voice was shaky with a mix of relief and nerves. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “They actually said yes.”

[SFX: CORNER DINER. ABOVE IT. 6:17 AM. THEN TRUCKS ON HIGHWAY. THEN ALEX CRYING.] The apartment was 600 square feet. One bedroom. One bathroom. Kitchen that fit me, Adrian, and Alex if we all exhaled. Peeling linoleum. Water stain on the ceiling shaped like Texas. Adrian Knight. Billionaire. Ex-CEO. Now unemployed. Making formula in a kitchen where the fridge hummed like it was dying.

Crazy! Danny We woke up already ... just laying down talking to each other . 🙄🙄🥺 Ah Shui The apartment is so big for a bachelor . It has six bedrooms . One study room , one games room with huge televisyen , two computers for playing games . Downstairs gym , games section with basketball box , snooker , four games machine a huge televisyen in the living room . A glass pool connected the master room to the other three rooms . I like it .🥰😍😘

He was not interested in the Scott business or properties aside from helping his father to manage it. Lewis parked the car in an underground garage. The apartment was designed and built by Aiden so it was up to Aiden's taste. The apartment is a three-storey apartment, with a pool and a beautiful garden. The first floor has a huge living room, meant for meeting visitors. It was fully furnished with a bar. The second floor is where Aiden stays. It has four bedrooms, each with a toilet and bath. A living room, with a bar. A dining area, and a kitchen, all fully furnished. The laundry is in the basement and the first floor is an ope

“It was the name we gave the boy when he was born. Then Dr. Hansen must have changed it.” “Let’s not stray from the topic,” Mark interrupted. “Where is that apartment?” “On Atlantic Avenue, I don’t know the name or number of the building, but it’s the only small diagonal to the subway station. The apartment is 6-B on the sixth floor. If the elderly are there they may help her, and if they are traveling she also has access to it because she takes care of it. If she was at home this morning, it means she shouldn’t be taking care of it.”

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.