215 Lexington Ave Nyc Novels & Stories

“But for different reasons than you think.” “I bet,” Norah added with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The elevator opened into the private residential floor, where he and Yari had suites, and guest accommodations were made available to other family members. There was a private gym and indoor pool here, a dining lounge offering the best view in Manhattan. Leone’s suite was on the right. But before opening his door, he paused in the foyer and indicated the large portrait on the wall. She looked at him, not understanding whose portrait it was.

"Xander, I need to go to Longacre Building." Xander nodded. "I'll go with you." Emily also quickly spoke up. "I'll come too." So the three of them left together. … Longacre Building was located in the most bustling area of downtown. After Xander parked the car, the three of them walked into the building. They entered the elevator and went all the way to the 22nd floor. Even from a distance, Grace could already see a figure. Soon, Jessica's voice sounded. "Ms. Lewis, we meet again."

The word *pixie* was buried somewhere under the ice, completely discarded along with the script. The heavy heavy-duty door to the parking garage slammed shut behind him, the echoing thud leaving Liam completely hollowed out in the center of the locker room. By 8:00 PM, the Tribeca penthouse felt less like a luxury apartment and more like a corporate boardroom. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed a dark, rain-slicked Manhattan skyline, the yellow headlights of cabs crawling like ants through the gridlock below. Inside, the lights were turned up to a bright, sterile white. Chloe was pacing across the polished marble floor of the kitchen, a wireless earbud tucked into her bouncy blonde hair, he

, “You deserve this, and I trust you can handle.” She left the house and boarded a cap to 620 Eighth Avenue, New York, NY 10018; The New York Voice, One of the biggest and well known publishing company in the city. It has been her dream to become a journalist, and the New York Voice is one of the places she has always wanted to be. She walked into the building; a very big one with 5 floors, two elevators adjacent to each other, and a staircase on one side. Every one seemed to be busy and focused.

And Ava let him. The intercom buzzed twice, then Gino’s voice came on. “We’re about four blocks from the Cooper Square Hotel.” They remained wrapped together until the limo stopped. The rear door opened and Ava watched Chase’s face as he caught his first glimpse of her family’s hotel. Yeah, he wore the holy-crap expression. The hotel, situated in the Bowery section of Manhattan was quite impressive, with its seemingly twisted tower, a modern architectural work of art, twenty-one stories tall, comprised of glass on all sides.

The lobby had a marble floor and a doorman who greeted her by name, which meant Caiden's assistant had called ahead, which meant this was actually happening. The apartment was on the twenty-second floor. The assistant, Ji-yeon, met her at the elevator — small, precise, with the organized energy of someone who managed multiple impossible things simultaneously and had made peace with it. She gave Lena a brief tour in ten efficient minutes: kitchen stocked, wardrobe partly filled with items in her approximate size pending proper measurements, gym on the floor below, house rules in a folder on the counter. "House rules," Lena said.

“Am I in your place?” “My penthouse, yes.” “And where is your penthouse, exactly?” “Don’t worry, you’re still in New York. 420 Park Avenue, to be exact.” My jaw drops. That’s in the Billionaires’ Row. “Why did you bring me here?” He puts the iPad down on the table next to him. “I suppose you wouldn’t want your roommate to see you in my arms.” “Of course,” I whisper. Whitlock is a short distance away from the apartment. Someone else might walk by and see us, if not Lora. His sentence, though, causes a hitch in my throat. “In your what?”

"I know, sweetheart. That's why you belong with me." Sloane’s phone vibrated against her thigh. She looked down at the dark glass as the car accelerated onto the Henry Hudson Parkway, speeding away from Washington Heights and carrying her straight back into the lion's den of Midtown Manhattan. [ LUS SYSTEM - TIER 4 DIRECTIVE #084 ] LOCATION UPDATED: THORNE TOWER EXECUTIVE SUITE NEW DIRECTIVE LOADING...

Emma stood outside Jake Morrison's apartment building on the Upper East Side, clutching her laptop bag and seriously questioning her life choices. The elegant brownstone with its wrought-iron details and perfectly manicured entrance screamed expensive the kind of place that came with doormen and marble lobbies and editors who could afford to take risks with their authors' careers.

With the kind of mood he was in, she just couldn’t ask him anything. At last, the ambulance drove through the huge gates of a luxurious condominium in Battery Park, Manhattan. Symphony Terraces, Sienna read the name emblazoned on the huge panels on the wall with cascading wall fountains on either side. It was a beautiful waterfront property located along the Hudson River. The attendants helped Lucas into a wheelchair and they walked into his exclusive elevator that took them straight up to his penthouse.