The Novel Apartments Novels & Stories

Daughter discovers her daddy secretly writes erotica. Enjoy reading.. ****** {- SUNDAY DEC 1} It looked like it was going to be a White Christmas this year. It had been snowing for several days. But my apartment had a good climate control system, so it was cozy and warm. I lived in a two-bedroom upper flat outside Minneapolis. Up until a few months ago, I shared the unit with a friend from college. Unfortunately, at the end of summer, she told me she was going to take a semester off and moved back home with her parents. That left me with a sizable rent and an apartment that was bigger than I needed.

“He had spent so long building walls that when they finally came down he didn’t know whether to feel free or exposed.” I looked at him. He looked at me. “Obviously,” I said. He almost smiled. “Obviously,” he agreed and took it to the counter. That afternoon we went to the new apartment. It was on the fourth floor of a building in Brooklyn. Good light. High ceilings. A kitchen big enough to actually cook in. A living room with windows that faced the street. We walked through slowly. Room by room. In the living room Grayson stood at the window and looked out at the street below.

Maybe things would be okay. We reached the new apartment building twenty minutes later. It was tall and modern. Glass windows. Secure entrance. Stefan parked and helped me out. We took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. The apartment was nice. Simple furniture. Big windows overlooking the city. A bedroom with a soft bed. A kitchen that smelled clean. I walked around slowly. It felt safe. For now. Stefan leaned against the door frame and watched me. “You like it?” I nodded. “It is perfect. Thank you.”

Everything was getting more and more complicated. She ordered dinner and looked around the one-bedroom apartment. A spacious kitchen with sparkling modern appliances, a huge balcony with a swing, and a cozy living room made it a better place than her room in Escapades. How could such an apartment be free? Was she taking advantage of Gavin’s kindness?

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."

Natalia's POV In less than a week, I found an apartment. It was a modest two-bedroom on the sixth floor of a quiet building just outside the city center. It was modern with a lot of natural light and bare walls that I could do anything on. It was the kind of place that felt new— not tainted by memories or past shadows. The perfect place for me to make my base and forge on with my plans. So as soon as all the legal formalities were done, I moved in that evening.

Zara's POV The apartment was cold, the kind of cold that sank into your bones. It wasn’t just the temperature it was the silence, the emptiness. I dropped my bag by the door and looked around. The single room was small, with a creaky bed shoved against one wall and a kitchen that could barely fit one person. It wasn’t much, but it was mine for now. I sank onto the mattress and pulled out my phone again, hoping against hope that the bank notification had somehow been a mistake. It hadn’t. The account was still frozen, the message still glaring back at me like a taunt.

More so now that I'm going into my second heat cycle this month, it's started off slow but when push comes to shove I want to choose humping a chair over jumping Knox's bones. Today is a public holiday, so Nova suggested we go shopping for my new apartment because right now all that there is me, my clothes, and nothing else. It's a bit big for my taste, with three extra bedrooms and one smaller guest room but I think I can make it work by converting it into my gym or home office. My patience is running low when Nova texts. Nova\\Smile keeper: Sorry, running a bit late why don't you come in... Thalia: Only if you send Katie Rose to see me.

Even though I was ready to finally get the bookstore back on track, finding a new apartment is my priority now. I check the boxes where I can get results for small apartments, close to the neighborhood I’m already in, and preferably one that doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg each month. Nothing nice shows up. Not unless I want to live in an alley where I know for a fact I’ll be kidnapped or murdered.

At that time, she only needed to drive seven to eight minutes from Noah's place, but now she needed to drive almost twenty minutes before reaching her new place from work. The new apartment she rented also couldn't be compared to Noah's place. It was the micro-unit apartment building that nestled among high-rises in Brooklyn, and that was the reason why the rent was cheap. However, even if it was small, that place did not feel cramped because special considerations were made to ensure that more than enough light and air reach each micro-apartment. In each unit, the ceilings were nearly ten feet, and her unit even featured a Juliet balcony. For Jessica, that place was her perfect sanctuary. S