215 Lexington Ave Nyc Novels & Stories

"Where is Lucas Montgomery's address?" "Mr. Blackwood? You want to find him? It's eleven PM—" "That's none of your business!" Alexander roared. "Address!" The phone was silent for a few seconds: "Alright, sir. Upper East Side, 245 78th Street, Apartment 15B." Alexander hung up, grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house. His Ferrari raced through the midnight streets, the engine roaring with fury. He ran three red lights and nearly hit a taxi, but he didn't care at all.

Like she was reading my mind. She pulled out her phone from her apron. “What’s your address, pretty?” “221B Baker Street, New York, NY 10001,” I said without hesitation. Her eyes widened. “Wow, you must be loaded. That’s a fancy area. That’s where all the wealthy people live.” I laughed. “I wish. I’m just an average girl, trust me.” “I see,” she said, smirking. “Your Uber’s here in about three minutes. Take care of yourself . okay?”

His eyes didn’t leave Asher’s, searching for a silent affirmation. “Go on,” Asher prompted, voice low, leaning back, eyes sweeping over Amanda as she met Caleb’s gaze, then shifted to him. Amanda’s lips pressed into a thin line, then she spoke, “It was tracked to a house we dug, belonging to a man named Jonathan Sinclair in Yorkville, Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York City.” She gestured slightly with one hand for emphasis, her expression neutral yet professional. Caleb’s eyes followed every movement, leaning back his head to Asher’s thigh, a quiet exhale leaving him.

LORA So apparently when billionaire werewolf CEOs say "business dinner," they mean reservations at some fancy place where the menu doesn't have prices and the waiters look like they could buy my apartment with their tip money. Great. I stood outside Le Bernardin—because of course he picked the most expensive restaurant in Manhattan—checking my reflection in the window for the third time. My black dress was simple but classy, the kind Maya called "don't-mess-with-me chic." Too bad I felt like throwing up.

Cecily moved away from the window, swiping her car keys from a cupboard as she decided—she would follow them. Lexie parked her car in front of the address she'd received as a text. Standing at the main doors of the building, she gaped at the skyscraper, admiring its intricate design. The glass doors slid open, and she walked in with Martha, who was also in awe of the place. How lucky did one person have to be to live in a place like this? Lexie was admiring the glaring white interior of the building as a strong scent hit her nose. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place who it belonged to. As soon as she caught sight of messy auburn hair, however, emerging from a corner with two othe

ALICE RILEY Susan and I stepped onto the twelfth floor of the Scott Group office, where our designated cabins awaited, and I couldn’t help but pause in awe. The marble floors gleamed under soft, warm lighting, their polished surface reflecting the grandeur of the space. The high ceilings gave the floor an airy, open feel, while the sleek, contemporary design added an undeniable touch of sophistication. Workspaces were sectioned off by polished glass panels, each one striking the perfect balance between privacy and transparency. The entire setup exuded luxury—a stark contrast to the practical, no-frills environment of Lexis Consultants.

Murray Hill place - the new Copus peccate World Headquarters and conference center - in New York City. With a price tag of just over $56 million. The 140,000-square-foot tower is clad in red brick and Indiana limestone. The building contains over one hundred and twenty rooms, six dining rooms, libraries, living rooms, meeting rooms and offices. The second, eighth, and sixteenth floors contain chapels, ornamented will mill- work and marble. The seventeenth floor is entirely residential. Men enter the building through the main doors. Women enter through a side street and are "acoustically and visually separated" from the men at all times within the building.

After all, this is our victory party and I should enjoy this night. It only took us a few minutes to get to the Lexus condominium. And damn, it is really evident that this is an expensive residency. He's really well-off at a young age. We took the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor. And when we reached it, there were only four big doors on this floor and in total silence. I guess, these are exclusive condo units. "That's the one!" Johnny checked his wristwatch. "We're a too late, but let's fucking go inside."

She stood up without thought and walked out of the building into the dark with Jackson following her in a scrupulous manner. “Lucia!” he called after her. “Leave me alone!” she shot back. It was a big house set in the heart of New York City. Three acres. That was the expanse of the house and premises that was the Avanti's mansion. Fleets of cars, horses in their stable, the large garden, and the driveway were the things you would behold after leaving the gate where tight security was mounted. It was dark and the lines of the lamp across the compound shone their lights on the place.

It should have been ME, ME and only ME! I head straight over to 54th Street, 75th Avenue, Manhattan, New York, YES, that’s my effing house. The taxi driver dropped James’s mystery girl at this address. Momma and Beatrice were in the Hamptons, only Ella was at home or maybe she wasn’t, I shall soon find out.