Balcony Conversations Novels & Stories

She needed to see Carlton Howard! *****"""***** ***"""*** *****"""***** "Hey, Nadia love. How is it going?" Stacy started a lively conversation with her only friend as soon as the video call she had set to her front went through. She was sitting on the balcony at the back of the kitchen, and the breeze that seeped into the ambiance around the place was so perfect. It was similar to the one that she used to love sitting in Carlton's old mansion. "I am good! You look so great too. How are you doing?" Nadia returned the vibrant energy.

She remembered that he seemed to go to the balcony just now, so she picked up a plate and went to the balcony to bring him some fruit. There was a sliding door, which was not closed tightly, between the balcony and the living room. As Sonnet approached, she heard voices coming from the balcony. “Is it really nothing?” It was the sound of Yvonne’s nervous voice. “I already said that we’re just ordinary friends. Why do you keep asking?” Then came Matteo’s impatient voice. Hearing him say that, Yvonne seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay, that’s good. That’s good.”

Right now I'm looking forward to having a nice evening with just my boys and a movie. After the movie and a lot of popcorn, the boys fell asleep and I met with Mia downstairs. "I've already the wine and a couple of glasses ready out on the balcony," she tells me when she carries a tray with snacks. " that's just what I want! I'll be right behind you" we walk up the stairs to my room and take a seat outside on my large balcony. This place out here has been our hideout when we want to be alone and talk without anyone disturbing us. Filling her in on the latest news we sip on our wine and enjoy the evening, today it’s warm and there is a light breeze from the ocean.

Not gone. But different. Jonathan and I had always been good at turning conversations into arguments. Today, somehow, we hadn’t. That alone felt like progress. The city below carried on as usual… cars moving through the morning traffic, people crossing the streets without a second thought. Normal life. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the quiet. Then Bella’s voice drifted faintly through the glass door. Loud. Dramatic. Probably complaining about something. Some things never changed. I straightened and pushed the balcony door open.

she says smiling back. “Well don’t let me keep you,” I say bringing my arm out and guiding to the door. She walks by but turns around before leaving “I haven’t forgotten about the conversation we still need to have about last night.” she says and walks out the door. The dreaded conversation I’ve been avoiding. I don’t even want to talk about it because I know I’ll just get lectured. I walk into the bedroom and get ready for bed. I’m not all that tired yet so I decide to go out on the balcony that I have yet to see. I slide open the door and step out.

The guard nodded, gave a look I the leather-clad gothic looking girl and left. “Good god, you still have this dump,” Andrea said as she entered the place. She had entered a huge, luxuriously decorated living room. To the left was a large balcony overlooking Central Park. The balcony curved around to the West, and she could see the George Washington Bridge off in the distance. The balcony was empty except for three features: a hot tub, a greenhouse house filled with bonsai trees and a cage holding a hawk. She looked over everything with a bored expression.

Colton stood at the balcony, he was putting on his pants only, he was bare from waist up, he was facing the north side and his back was at her, he was with a glass of wine in his hands, as he brought it to his lips and drank from it. He was facing outside, his hands rested on the railings, he was looking so distant and out of the world as he didn't notice when Athina walked into the balcony, even with the slight groans and hisses that escaped her lips, not one she was complaining of, after all. She had planned of going to the balcony with nothing, but later decided against it, since it was a very big resort and anyone could just be watching from the corners, so instead she grabbed the blanke

The wine is dry, expensive, and tastes like everything I hate about this world,controlled, curated, soulless. The door clicks behind me, but no one steps out. Good. I close my eyes for a moment, breathing in the silence— But then I hear it. Voices. Low. Urgent. I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. The balcony just below mine is partly hidden by the shadows of a steel support beam. I step slightly to the side and look down. There they are. Leon and the blonde. She’s facing him, hands gesturing. He’s calm, too calm. That false serenity he wears when something dangerous is being discussed.

“Someday you’ll need me and I won’t be around to even have a conversation with you.” I leaned in. "Go away, Elma. I’ve got work to handle.” She sneered, turned her head. Then exited while I closed the door forcefully. I stood there for a while thinking of our conversation before looking at the balcony. The room was getting stuffy. I needed air. I walked to the balcony and leaned against the railing.

“Well, would you look at that? The kids these days find a new mansion and forget all about their old rickety neighbors until we come looking.” Not bothering to hide my smile since I knew that Esme had a thing for cracking jokes, I hugged her tightly before leading her inside. “You know that is not even the case, Esme. We’ve been swarmed with work, and…” I hesitated, wondering if I should just jump right into it before she even settled down. “A lot has been going on.” “Let’s get that bottle of wine and talk on the balcony then, right? It’s a nice weather out there today,” Esme said, a familiar glint shining in her eyes.