Apartment Novelas e Histórias

He points his finger to the door on the right and chimes, “That is the fitness room, while the room across the hall is my office. Our bedrooms are at the other end of the apartment. Oh, don’t worry. We each have our own bathroom attached to our own bedrooms. The kitchen and the living room are in the middle with the laundry room just off to the side of the kitchen.” I let him pull me down the hall as I nod. Well, at least the apartment is simple enough that I don’t think I’ll get lost. I know I will most certainly get lost in the mansion these first couple of weeks as I try to navigate around. I know Wyatt keeps calling it

"Your apartment is closer." "The bed in your house is bigger."

“Think about it though. Aki-chan’s already three. Almost four, actually. What if you wanted to add another one to the family? It would get awfully crowded in this little apartment.” “You…” He gave me a poker face. Damn. There was a time when such a statement would have made him blush. He had become domesticated… I laughed off my failed attempt at teasing him and made for the washroom. “Sorry. Sorry. But I thought it was high time that I did move out. I’ve stayed long enough. You have looked after me long enough. You have your own two women to look after now anyway. It’s time I set out on my own and did some exploration.”

absurd, pool parties are the highlights around here. There are only 3 bedrooms in the apartment, the one with the big top warning sign with a "fuck off or get fucked" sticker belongs to Harry, the other and only bedroom downstairs is used as a guest room for the boys when they need to get away for or from one or two reasons or fun, the last room which doesn't need no warning because of the time locked is mine. The apartment also has a decent kitchen, dining of 8, an office space with bookshelves. The offer owner must be a book worm or something. It is now kinda a mini library when we feel like reading, which seldom happens, no j

The apartment building, she was staying in now has three apartments on each floor, with her and her partner living on the second floor and in the middle apartment. This apartment with one bedroom, a shared toilet and bathroom, a shared kitchen and dining room, a living room, and a balcony cost OWD 1,500 excluding utilities. It was actually cheaper than other places, which is why she didn't leave despite the odd security measures, as there are occasions when burglars will break in, creating a lot of worry and loss.

It was her chance to settle in China and start building a future, even if the Apartment was tiny and expensive at $900 a month. The Apartment was a small, one-room furnished space with a bathroom, kitchen, dining area, and living room. Out of twelve apartments in the building, eleven were already taken. The empty one was on the left. Janiya struggled to carry her luggage up five steps to the elevator before finally getting inside. Once there, she took about thirty minutes to settle in and change into something more comfortable. Since it was a hot day, she put on shorts and a halter top, ready to s

“Instead of staying in a hotel, how about we stay in an apartment. It’s way more comfortable and will provide a feeling of home for the boys.” “Mummy I want to stay in an apartment.” Hayden says. “Do you even know what an apartment is?”, Jayden rolls his eyes. “Is it the same as our house Uncle Karl”, Braden gestures looking around the house. “Well you could say that.” “Are you sure Karl?”, I ask. “The boys will have their room and we’ll each have ours.”

“Per your request. Secure elevators. Rear stairwell access. No direct outside fire escape. We’ve rotated in only wolves you’ve personally vetted. No tribunal sympathizers.” “Everyone’s a tribunal sympathizer if enough coin hits the right palm,” Kieran muttered behind us. The guard pretended not to hear. Daire slid the card through the reader. The door was unlocked with a soft beep. The apartment was nicer than the other places we’d been in, but in a bland, furnished-for-corporate-clients way. Neutral furniture. Neutral art. Neutral beige walls. Two bedrooms, from a quick glance, one on either side of the main living area. A small kitchen. No balcony.

I counted it twice, then again, like it might grow if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. Still, it was enough. Enough to start something. A studio apartment. A room in someone’s house. A place to sleep that didn’t smell like mop water and French fries. Somewhere I could close a door and know no one was coming in unless I said so. I pulled out my phone and searched “apartments near me—cheap.” The results were… grim. But one listing caught my eye. Small. Run-down. Only a kitchenette and a bathroom. But no roommates. No eyes. No judgment.