The Novel Apartments Novels & Stories

I’d already sent a frantic text to Josephine before leaving the house and she gave me the green light to move in this morning. Aput and I take the over-ground train to Camden Road, walk over to the Camden Town tube station from where we take the Northern Line train to Golders Green. Josephine’s apartment is less than five minutes from the station. When she buzzes us in, Aput grunts as we squeeze through the narrow staircase, not at all impressed. “Isn’t this a step down?” he mumbles, as we struggle with my luggage. “Our place is way better than this.” I ignore him and drag my box down the corridor till I get to Apartment 7, her place. At this point, I don't even care if her place is a litera

As long as I had enough, that was all that mattered. Over the next few days, Julie and I visited several new developments and looked at a few high-end apartments, about 1,290 square feet each. The apartments were fully renovated, with floor-to-ceiling windows and access to a residents' clubhouse. Julie stood on the balcony of one of the model units, staring outside. Her eyes lit up for a moment, but her excitement didn't last for long. "What's up? You don't like this place?" She shook her head. "I do like it."

It was the most intimate moment they had shared in a long time. Dax spoke first, mouth full. “Our apartment is nice… but this?” He gestured around. “This is next level. They gave us two solid flats — one for the guys, one for the ladies. Clean beds. Working showers. I feel like I died and woke up in heaven.” Liora nodded eagerly. “There’s even a small library in our building. Real books. I almost cried.” Garrick smiled faintly from his spot by the window. “The streets are clean. People are laughing. It doesn’t feel real.”

Alec’s POV Slowly pushing open the door to my new apartment, I took a deep breath. I stepped inside and was immediately struck by how small and cramped everything looked. The kitchen was barely bigger than a closet and the living room was crowded with a couch, coffee table, and TV stand that barely fit in the space. I hated the place but it was the only apartment I could find on short notice, which was not too far away from the college campus.

Francesca chuckled at her startled face. "I was just going over these documents," Joan said putting down the Hargreaves financial statement, for the first time since moving in with Francesca, she began taking stock of her aunt cum friend's apartment. Francesca lived in what Joan would simply call modern luxury, she lived in an apartment complex called 'The Coop' right at the center of the NoHo neighborhood of Manhattan, the apartment complex was an assortment of modern facilities and spacious luxury apartments, and Francesca's apartment was breathtaking, a two-bedroom, two baths luxury.

Was she. I mentally slapped myself to pull out of my stupid thoughts. My mind was troubled all through the ride to my new apartment. Fortunately, cleaning and arranging my apartment distracted me from my thoughts. The agent got one of the rooms and parlours in a storey building, some distance away from school. The main occupant living in the building were married couples with children. I and one more guy were the only students living in that compound. I was comfortable with it because I felt the school environment was already choking me. It was dark when I finished arranging everything. I took a shower and prepared some noodles for myself, then laid on my bed with the thought of calling Vero

There were other exceptions, she recalled a movie where a group of men rented an apartment then arranged a schedule to use the space for their affairs, that was even cheaper because cost was a consideration from the start, it reduced the women they took there to furniture. As soon as she said that we both looked up and said "Soylent Green," the classic sci-fy movie about a murder mystery in the future. It depicted a poorer world where women came with apartments as "furniture" for wealthy tenants. "But this apartment and the bed in it are even more tawdry," she claimed. "You see, my bed and the apartment were a gift to me from my first lover, and that whole affair was with an older man and th

I shook my head, “She was so happy. I didn’t have it in me to ruin that. Let Yvette be alive to one of us.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “How’s apartment hunting going?” She asked, changing the subject smoothly. I had checked out four places so far. One looked like a drug and sex joint, the other had a roach infestation, bugs literally crawling through the walls. I shuddered. The third had scheduled water days. And the rest of the time, you were on your own. Which didn’t suck but for the price it was going for, I expected more.

"Ellis, is the ninth floor of the apartment building on West Fifth Street still on the market?" As Alicia stepped into her apartment, the silence of the empty space engulfed her. She gazed out of the window, the neon lights casting a dim light into the room but failing to fill the vast emptiness. This was a feeling she had grown used to over hundreds of lonely nights, and she let out a soft sigh before making her way to the kitchen to prepare her dinner. Just as she had finished cooking pasta, her phone beeped with a message from Nadia. [Allie, super breaking news!] the message read. [Lilith has been kicked out of Shinfancy! Not the studio, the pack! I just left a pack meeting.]

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.