The Apartments Novels & Stories

Some teachers and faculty members greeted me, and maintenance were living in here too. Candice helped us get our bags and into my assigned apartment. We need to get on the elevator, and alike doors and bricked walls welcomed us, only the numbers on the side and the electric doorbell differs. "Your apartment is 707." Candice dropped off the bag in front of apartment 707 and said she needed to go now because her boyfriend was waiting at the mall for her. I thanked her, and she went off, Levi waved goodbye and I punched the password on the door before it opened.

Damon I sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on.

“This can’t be true. Isn’t Charlene a poor student? How could she afford it?” “That’s right. This apartment must belong to Jacob. He drives an expensive car, and he dresses in luxury brands. Jacob, hurry up and explain!” Jacob pursed his lips as sweat covered his forehead. Meanwhile, Prissy nudged him anxiously. “Jacob! It’s clearly written on the document that you gave me the apartment. Why is he saying that it belongs to Charlene?! Tell me now!” I sneered at Prissy as she stomped her foot, and I slowly said, “Obviously, that deed is fake!”

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

The apartment was small, cramped, and smelled of stale coffee and hot electronics. It was located on the third floor of a building in downtown San Francisco, hidden behind a neon sign that flickered in the rain. Inside, there were no lights except for the glow of twelve computer monitors; this was the "nest" of the Disconnect: a group of people who lived in the spaces between the rules.

“How can I help you today, sir?” River leaned on the counter, his voice steady. “I need an apartment. Something close to Spring Estate. Walking distance if possible.” The woman blinked. “That area is… expensive.” River’s lips curved into a wry smile. “Money’s not the issue.” She adjusted her glasses and typed quickly. “We do have a few listings in that area. High-rise condos, private lofts, some modern flats. Do you have a size preference?” River shook his head. “Big enough for me. Nothing fancy. Just… quiet.”

I have drawn up blueprints of how I would like the apartments to look. The first two floors are going to be a mix of studio apartments and two-bedroom ones. the third and fourth floors are going to be two- bedroom and three-bedroom ones. And the fifth and sixth floors are going to be larger apartments for larger families. Each apartment will contain soundproof walls so that everyone will live peacefully. Every kitchen will have state of the art appliances and kitchen islands filled with pots, pans, and dinner plates. Every apartment will also be fully furnished. So far, only the foundation has been placed and I gave everyone the day off so that me, Blake, and

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

Bella Pov I stood in front of a small apartment building. The building was old and the paint was peeling. It was nothing like the luxury penthouse I used to live in. But it was mine. And it was far away from Damian and everything that reminded me of him. I unlocked the door and walked into my new apartment. It was tiny. Just one bedroom and a small kitJake and a bathroom. The floors were scratched. The walls were yellow from age. But the rent was cheap and that was all that mattered now.

“I never envied your promotion; everyone knows how hard you work. If I worked late like you, my face would collapse!” Annie says, “But this, I cannot forgive you for!” “Why?” I question, hands on my hips. The two girls look at one another before returning their gazes to me. “Oh, I don’t know,” Annie replies, rolling her eyes. “City center,” Lily ticks on her finger. “One thousand square meters,” Annie says next. “Fully furnished apartment.” “Swimming pool, security, a gym downstairs.” “Only 100 meters from the closest shopping center!”