The Apartments Novels & Stories

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 and they had different wallpape

Or dead. In grim silence, the trio made their way to the southwestern edge of town, to an upscale apartment building. It looked new, gleaming. They drove past a sleek new swimming pool that looked more like a tropical oasis than a man-made water hole. Multiple spas, jogging trail, Wi-Fi included. Definitely more upscale than Tyler could afford on a bouncer’s salary. Luc’s heart sank, and given Jack’s and Hunter’s grim faces, they had done the math as well. But they continued on until they reached apartment 314 and knocked.

She nodded and said, "I do know. But—" "So, you knowingly rented this 3,000-square-foot apartment from your husband's younger brother for only 300 dollars despite knowing that the price was ridiculously low and unreasonable. "Also, this apartment is registered under Caroline Whitaker's name, not Samuel Tucker." Misty couldn't answer him anymore. The police officer finished his questioning and recorded a few notes down. Samuel then stepped forward with a fawning smile and said, "Officer, Caroline and I are legally married. This apartment was left to her by her parents, which means that this is our joint property. Surely it's perfectly reasonable for me to rent it out to others, right?"

I took the usual shortcut home through the park. Typically, it was always a bad idea to travel alone through Central Park, but it was the middle of the day and I had nothing to worry about except my own clumsy feet getting stuck in the snow. To state this very clearly, I am a klutz. Floors and walls are my greatest enemies. The building I go to was directly off of Central Park West, actually known as the West Apartments. The outside of the building was rustic but elegant, and if you were a full paying tenant of the building you’d also experience luxury internal designs year-round. But I was not a full paying tenant, and technically I didn’t actually live in the building, but behind it, above

~*~*~ [Erica] The building was divided into apartments. In each apartment, 4 students were staying. The moment she had walked in, she saw the reception area, which was crowded with students. After wrestling for a while, she finally got through and got to know her apartment number - it was no. 42 on the fourth floor. "Erica!" Lana squealed the moment she stepped into her allotted apartment. "Hey," she chirped, pulling her into a hug. "I can't believe you are here! But I am so happy," the redhead said cheerily. Erica's room was next to Lana's.

And his smile is such a turn on! “You are my PA, remember?” “Yes, sir but—” “And I own The Brown Luxuries” “But—” “And all these apartments and whatever you saw outside, they are collectively called as The Brown Luxuries, so stop worrying yourself” “Ah... okay sir,” I said but dare you, I can’t believe he owns them all! I mean, HE owned them, not his company. “This was Apartment AB, by the way,” he said and I nodded. This is a hell of a work to remember. I wrote everything down.

There were only four units per floor, it showed how large each unit was. "This was my apartment, where we will live together," said Skandar after inviting Charisa to enter. Charisa, she stood in the middle of the apartment’s living room. The girl's round eyes surveyed a room that looked twice as large as her former house’s living room. Was this really called apartment? Was the apartment located in the tall building? Charisa asked herself. "You have had wonder-stricken enough, you should take a bath and change your dress. I'll be waiting for you here." Skandar immediately led his wife into their bed room, and closed the door from the outside.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

I counted it twice, then again, like it might grow if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. Still, it was enough. Enough to start something. A studio apartment. A room in someone’s house. A place to sleep that didn’t smell like mop water and French fries. Somewhere I could close a door and know no one was coming in unless I said so. I pulled out my phone and searched “apartments near me—cheap.” The results were… grim. But one listing caught my eye. Small. Run-down. Only a kitchenette and a bathroom. But no roommates. No eyes. No judgment.

All of them are still singles so he looks for a rent house nearer with four bedrooms . Luckily , just now his boss send a message , he had bought two apartments with three bedrooms . ten minutes walking from the shop . The apartments are fully furnished. They only need to bring their clothes and buy their own food ingredients . So he plan to let the two workers live together and his cousin with Lu Zhan stay together . Luckily the two apartments are at the same floor . The second floor .