Novel & Cerita The Apartments

The rain beat insistently against the window of Lara's apartment, a small, functional place on the tenth floor of an old building, with a view of the backs of other constructions. It was a transitional space, furnished with generic pieces and few traces of personality. On that Thursday night, it seemed even emptier, colder, a cocoon that didn't comfort, only confined.

Axel explains. "What's an apartment?" "An apartment is a place or residence in a tall building like you saw earlier... It's like a house but close to other houses yet also quite comfortable and privacy is truly maintained," Axel explains as he leads Gwyneth to the front door and is immediately greeted by a maid. "Jane, please take two suitcases from my car and bring them to Gwyneth's room," he says. "Yes, Sir." Jane nods. Gwyneth turns and sees Jane opening the car trunk.

“Okay well, you better get busy or tell me what you want so I can get it over there right now. I figured we can start with the bed and get your things from the apartment over there then we can redecorate and do whatever you want. The place is yours to do as you please Kate please know that. I am not obviously into much as you’ve seen from my apartment in college and my “storage room.” I laughed a great deal but also was excited at the same time too. It was hard not to fall in love with such a beautiful place and I had to admit it was perfect for us. Still, I couldn’t believe 16 million was what we were talking about! Plus I hadn’t dared to ask how much the two apartments down below us would

My teammates hit me with a string of question marks when my hero stood idle and failed to hold the base. Frustrated, I quit the game and opened WhatsApp. The message was from Jacob Zeller, who lived downstairs from me. He was my roommate in college. There were four of us sharing a dorm, and we were pretty tight. While we were interning, we decided to job hunt together and moved into a cheaper apartment to lower our rent. Once everyone had a job, our hours were all over the place, so we each got an apartment to keep from getting in each other's way. We still grab a meal together from time to time.

Abigail's POV Running the key to my new home through my fingers, the cool metal soothing my nerves as I looked up at the 'luxury housing' complex I had just signed myself up for for the next six months of my immortal life. The advert read: 'Centrally located apartments in an up-and-coming area near local amenities. With immediate access to the area's natural beauty spots, this luxury accommodation is unbeatable for its breathtaking views of the surrounding forests. The location places residents among the area's best dining and shopping options, perfect for the modern person.'

Kat said excitedly. Just like that, we were on our way to visit the first apartment. This one was the cheapest from the three options and was located conveniently close to a grocery store. The building was middle-sized for an apartment complex. The building seemed well maintained although it was far from new. There were many small apartment units and the building seemed to be quite packed with residents. “Come inside,” the woman invited us into the empty studio room.

I went to the right wing of the floor and went inside my room when I reached the fifth door. So, actually, the apartment consists of 4 floors. It was said that the 3rd and 4th floors were prohibited for some reason. The 2nd floor is where the rooms are, while the 1st floor is where the landlord’s room, the kitchen, and the bathroom are. The shower room is for all, any gender, no special treatment, I think.

Sheila took a last glance back at the city screen. Arriving at Hurkst street, Louisa's home was exhibited as one of the richest looking house. While Proletarians lived on the top of apartments that were made from wood, and they had no running water, toilets, or kitchens, and most apartments either caught on fire and burned down, or got crashed, however, the Elites were surrounded by uplifting, refined architecture and design, in which comfort was combined with a fabulous sense of style. The houses were three storeys high, side by side, back to back, and their open spaces were surrounded with calla lilies, bush morning glories, and blue-eyed grasses.

Then the boys found our other apartment in the same building. It isn’t until apartment 3 that I fall in love. It’s perfect. Open windows. Similar to ours back in Boston. And what’s even better there are two across the hall from each other. In our price range? check. Open windows? check. Double sink? check. Big kitchen? check with lots of bench space for baking. “It even has space for a living room slash office.” Kingston says as we finish our final inspection before making an offer. The anxiety in my chest eases when we sign our names. Committing for a year beginning August. As Josie and Austen sign as well. It’s offical we will be neighbours in New York.

Maya’s POV: We decided to stroll to the apartment on Madison Avenue since it wasn’t so far from Violet’s home. After 8 minutes of peaceful walking, we stopped in front of a brown building. It looked like a modernized cabin on the outside. It had three apartments - labeled A, B, and C (judging by the mailboxes in front) - and a little garage. It's not like I had vehicles to park in it. The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent.