Apartment の小説・ストーリー

"And now to business. Shall we take a look at this apartment of yours?" The apartment has one bedroom, with a nice open-plan lounge and kitchen area, a tidy little bathroom, and a lovely view over the park. The area is good, and the apartment is brand new. Everything sparkles, unlike my old, dismal flat with its peeling paint and smell of dampness. I am so pleased to think that I will soon be living here. Richard looks around quickly, seeming unimpressed. "It's very small," he comments. "Yes, it is, but it's big enough for just me. And the area is so much nicer than my old place."

ASTRID My apartment was small—but it was mine. I’d chosen a one-bedroom with a small kitchen and a sitting room that could only fit a couch. It was furnished because I’d rented it that way. I had a month-to-month lease, so it was just a placeholder until I found something worth the investment of my time. Staying at a hotel was way too expensive for the long-term.

he says, excited over his new perspective skyscraper. "Okay, but isn't the entire idea of you guys being out there for two more weeks because you had to close on the first building? What happened to that? I mean, doesn't it make the remainder of this journey pointless?" I ask, really perplexed by the entire affair. "Well, kind of in a sense. But Frailey is also looking for a house. But he doesn't like anything that we have looked at thus far. Well, out of the houses. He wants to rent this apartment in town. It's extremely good, too. It's merely a one-bedroom loft amid the city. It is quite industrial-looking on the inside. It's more of a studio

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He put the keys in the keyhole and opened the door. "There," He pointed towards the door across her apartment "There live Mr. and Mrs. Lumen. Very nice people. I would have introduced you to them but it's a little late. You can meet them tomorrow or some other day." He entered the apartment and turned on the lights. It was nice and cozy, small but beautiful. There was a small rack for shoes and umbrellas. First there was a living room. It had a cream color couch with two side chairs and a wooden center table. There was a separation wall in the living room. Behind which there was a small space. It had a study table and a chair. T

She took a bite of her ice cream and the icy sweetness overwhelmed her. "You are our daughter. It's only normal that we spoil you." The three exited the school to view some of the apartments. Elliot had selected three apartments with the first one being a fully furnished apartment of 110 square feet, the closest to school. The second apartment was slightly further away and had a better environment as it was a terrace house. The third one was the furthest away and was a bungalow that was close to the ocean. Avery had guessed that Ivy would pick the first one.

Alex: “[The Elysian Residences] — 3-bedroom apartment available for rent. Fully furnished with appliances. Close to subway. Move-in ready. Price negotiable.” The caption was followed by nine stunning images of a sleek, modern apartment, perfectly staged with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. The aesthetic was minimalist yet chic—clean lines, muted colors, and large windows that allowed plenty of natural light. Emily stared at the pictures, the luxurious interiors stirring a sense of longing in her chest.

"Can you just imagine yourself on the 72nd floor of this 4019 square inch-" "Sorry, but I have this thing with heights." I cut her off. "No worries." We got to the next place, and it was Jasper who said he didn’t like it, and Cooper disapproved of the other apartment after that. “Now, we have this fully furnished 3 bedroom, 3.5 bath apartment, comes with a private parking space and access to a park across the road." "Fully furnished? Did someone die here?" Cooper asked. I gave him a look.

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.

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

“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.”