Novel & Cerita The Apartment

I scrolled further. Found one on the fourth page. Third floor. One bedroom. A small kitchen that had a window above the sink. Good light from the photographs. The kind of apartment that did not announce itself but had something in it. Something that looked like a place where a person could actually live rather than perform living. I stared at it for a long time. My thumb hovered over the contact button. I did not press it. I closed the app. Then I opened it again and looked at the listing one more time and this time I pressed print and the small printer on the desk in the corner of the room hummed to life and produced a single page.

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.

"That one is an apartment—four rooms, including a bathroom, toilet, and sitting room. Fully furnished, beautifully decorated both inside and out. It includes—" "Where is it located?" I cut in, not interested in the unnecessary details. "Canada." I barely glanced at it before putting it aside. "Nah. Too small and too far." I reached for the next option. "Ah, yes… That’s a one-man apartment." Not what I needed. "What about this one?" I asked, pointing to another image. "Oh, that’s a family home," he explained, adjusting his suit. "Five rooms, excluding the sitting room, toilets, and bathrooms. It has a balcony and a master bedroom. It’s located in London."

“Instead of staying in a hotel, how about we stay in an apartment. It’s way more comfortable and will provide a feeling of home for the boys.” “Mummy I want to stay in an apartment.” Hayden says. “Do you even know what an apartment is?”, Jayden rolls his eyes. “Is it the same as our house Uncle Karl”, Braden gestures looking around the house. “Well you could say that.” “Are you sure Karl?”, I ask. “The boys will have their room and we’ll each have ours.”

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

Chapter 30 April’s POV “Wow, this place is so cool.” Maria said, looking around the apartment mason had helped us move in to. He had wanted me to start living alone but I knew I couldn’t afford it yet, so I had to live with my friends who also needed a place to stay. Mason talked to one of his employees who had a friend with a low cost apartment building. The place had a light brown themed interior. The furniture was brown but the walls and curtains were lighter. The living area and kitchen were fairly small but bigger than those in Waters’ building. I chose the best bedroom which overlooked the city.

Adam muttered to himself. His tall, ideal body was carried up by the elevator to the top floor of the building. Of course, the higher the floor, the more luxurious the apartment would be with all its amenities. Among the several suites of the luxurious apartment, Mr. Adam was the one who managed to occupy it and became one of the owners who paid a high deposit and had a certificate of ownership of the apartment. Mr. Adam stepped out of the elevator as he arrived at his apartment floor. He walked to a door that was only a few meters away from the elevator, because there were only four apartments on this floor, so much so that the

He cleared his throat and said, “If you girls are having trouble, I’d only be happy to help. I know a good apartment that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg.” He was lying. This particular one he was thinking of did cost an arm and a leg. It belonged to his cousin Sam Harrington. The place, however, hadn’t been occupied in three years, so he figured it should be all right. Hence, he continued, “It’s a great apartment. Eighth floor. Nice view of the beach and the city.”

What the hell did he do wrong? "You're probably not open to friendships but I do want us to give it a try" Roman continued. "I'm in your house now, so we can at least get along." Ivy scoffed before going into the kitchen. This apartment was under one of the witch's name and it was quite big for a single person. It was a spacious two bedroom located in an apartment building on the seventh floor. There were no pictures on the walls or any sort of decoration on the shelves. Even though there wasn't much inside, the entire place was tidy and expensively furnished.

Saint asked as he came up behind me. I nodded. Torn between tears and giggles, a watery snort escaped before I could calm myself down. Perfect copies of my apartment sat like some kind of building project a little kid put together. Rows upon rows, columns after columns of my apartment lined the street. And they weren't only covering the warehouse where Scarlet used to hide away. No, these apartments were running the length of the street in both directions. Stacked about five apartments high along the full length of it. The worst part was the fact that the wall that faced the street...huge walls of windows. Anyone walking down the street could see into them.