Novel & Cerita The Apartments

“ It is ideal for you two lovebirds.” “We are not-“ “I can’t wait to see it.” Justin cut me off again. “We are not a couple. This apartment is for you not us.” I whispered to him. “Really?” He grinned slyly. I poked him in the ribs. The apartment was located in a nice, cozy, safe looking neighborhood. And Hannah was right it was perfect. It was new, large ,with two bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen and dining room. I checked out the plumbing, and wiring. They were in good condition.

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.

It reminds me of when we were kids, before everything got complicated. "Come on," she says. "One more viewing. The listing said there's a dishwasher." "All the dishwashers in this neighborhood are named Miguel." "Shut up." I follow her out of the apartment. Jax The fourth apartment is worse. It's in a building that smells like cabbage and despair. The elevator is broken. The walls are thin enough that I can hear someone arguing in the next unit. And the bedroom is barely big enough for a twin bed. Jess loves it.

If she had paid much attention to his profile she would have noticed that gender as he/him and not a her/she. "I am not like those girls and this doesn't change anything. I can't share my apartment with you." she said firmly rising to her feet. "You'll have to look for some place else, sorry for wasting your time and that's final." she walked out of the cafe with her bag slung over her shoulder. She opened the app as she walked on the street, tapping on the for rent button. She heaved out a sigh, turning her head backwards to glance at the sky, the clouds were getting darker and heavier. Great it was going to rain and she was without a roommate.

Her feelings were mixed, but for now, she had made her choice, and this place would be her home, for who knows how long. The apartment was called the Blue Lavender Apartments, a mid-range building located on the outskirts of the city, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and even further from the spotlight. From the outside, the building looked like a remnant of a life that should have been abandoned long ago. The dull, gray-green walls, patches of peeling paint on the corners of the balconies, and dark windows in the unoccupied units seemed to stare blankly out at the deserted street below.

“My company is going to launch a new residential apartment, Crestview Heights. Go ahead and pick one of the apartments for yourself.” With that, he got out. Buck was completely baffled by what he said.

Last day of June, year 4022 In a rental apartment, an apartment is a lot to say because it is nothing more than a room of the lowest category, a simple room of 4m on all sides and its bathroom with only a failed toilet, full of excrement already rotting and full of flies and worms; the room looked more like a prison room in a third world country, but one of the poorest places that could exist. A true burrowing rat, on the outskirts, reigns the chaos, discrimination, hunger, death.

She had to leave. And so, she did. Largely in part to Olivia. She had scoured all of her connections to find her a quick and affordable apartment. She never thought moving could happen so fast, but one minute she was giving Josh the keys to give back to Randy, then next, she was moving boxes in her new solitary apartment. It had a nice little porch, a modest living room and a pretty small kitchen... but she'd make it work. In fact, she was almost... excited.

One-way mirror. A sharply dressed woman in a crisp blouse and tailored slacks smiled professionally. “Good afternoon. How can I help you?” “Uh…” Benny straightened up. “We’d like to take a look at the apartments.” “Of course.” She handed them a glossy brochure thick as a catalog. “Here’s our floor plan book. You can browse the layouts.” Benny flipped it open immediately. A loose A4 price sheet slipped out. He picked it up—and froze. A studio. Ninety-five thousand? No—ninety-five hundred thousand.

The unloading took twenty minutes, but only because she took her time. The Alameda Apartments was a grand name for a strip of six upstairs and six downstairs connected units, reddish-brown brick, with individual central heat and air. Each unit came with all the usual kitchen appliances, but no laundry facilities. Cable TV hookup came with the rent, but not a TV.