Balcony Conversations Novels & Stories

People were everywhere, strangers even who I don’t think goes in our school. “You want more drink?” Bryson spoke up with his usual cool and husky voice. I melted in his words. His white plain shirt and denim jeans were simple, but he looks like he is modeling for a brand by how hot he is. I stopped the urge to ruffle his fluffy blonde locks as his bright blue eyes pierced my brown orbs, almost staring at my soul. I broke eye contact, “I think I needed some air…” I replied. “Let us go to the balcony then.” He invited me and I followed him. We stared at the night sky in silence. I always wanted this to happen but now I can’t open my mouth. Think of something, Zinnia. Something to have a conver

About Kelvin. We talked about Kelvin carefully. --- After dinner he suggested the balcony. We had not used it much since coming home from the honeymoon. The press interest in the building had made the balcony feel exposed in a way it hadn't before and we had defaulted to the interior of the apartment without formally deciding to. Tonight he wanted the balcony. I understood why.

“You had your meeting.” “That wasn’t the conversation I wanted.” Elena sighed impatiently. “Two minutes.” They stepped outside onto the balcony overlooking the city. Wind tugged slightly at her hair. Damon leaned against the railing. Relaxed. Completely unbothered. “You’re wasting my time,” Elena said. “Am I?” “Yes.” He studied her for a moment. Then said calmly— “You’re going to accept the partnership.” She laughed. “You’re delusional.” “No.” His voice remained steady.

"I won't play with his feelings. But if we aren't meant for each other, no one can help it." "Okay, then." Nathan stood. "Want to keep drinking?" "I'm going back to my room." Rhea had Philip bring a plate of snacks and some wine to the small balcony in her room. The balcony was enclosed by floor-to-ceiling windows and adorned with potted plants. A round table, plush goose-feather cushions, soft lighting, and a custom speaker Nathan had ordered for her completed the space. She hadn't used the speaker in years. When she turned it on, the sound was still clear and ethereal.

On the second floor, Abigail came to the huge balcony and enjoyed the garden view in front of her. She watched and accidentally discovered that two people in the distance seemed to be discussing something... It was too far away to hear their conversation, but it could be seen that the two people were Courtney and Scarlet. Courtney was sitting on a white wicker chair, and Scarlet was standing bent over at the side as if trying to persuade her... Abigail didn't take it seriously. After looking at the scenery for a while, she went in. Abigail sat on the sofa with her phone, tapped the screen with her thumb, and gave orders.

I heard laughter and loud moaning as I walked towards the open glass door leading to a balcony where you could see the sky with a lot of flowers around, some people must be making out, I thought. The balcony was filled with different types of flo and a swing chair in the middle, it had some chairs and tables. I saw two structures rocking against each other, I moved closer to get a clear view of them. It was Dante's dad, emiliano bernade and another woman, very pretty and well..... young. she certainly was not his wife , well it is none of my business I thought as o turned around to leave.

I rolled my eyes at him as he asked teasingly. “No, I thought it was time to get out of their shadow.” Tyler and Scarlet exchanged glances and shook their heads at the same time. What's the matter with them? “What?” I inquired, bothered by their silent conversations that I couldn't hear. “Nothing,” they both mumbled at the same time, and I made a face at them before turning to look around the apartment, which I enjoyed. With two small bedrooms, one hall, and a small kitchen, the space is adequate. Sure, there are only a few necessities like couches, bed cots, and a stove in the kitchen, but the best part of this place is the balcony from the master bedroom that overlooks the city.

My gut told me they would be happy once they were settled, and I was glad to have some girls to hang out with. I had one more thing to do before we left the next day. "Katia, can I talk to you privately for a moment?" I asked her as I pulled away from Gisselle. Katia nodded, and we both headed toward the balcony. Right away, I burst into laughter. Katia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she looked at me. "Why are you laughing?" she asked. As I turned to her, I replied, "It's just that balconies and I don't get along. I've already jumped off twice, once here and once at home."

“Guests will enter, be drawn by the light and aroma from the kitchen, but we must create a subtle current that leads them to the seating area here, which fosters connection, not the balcony there, which encourages isolation.” “You’re saying my balcony is antisocial?” Adrian’s voice came from the hallway. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching us with open amusement. He was home early again. “It’s just an introspection, sir,” Leo replied, completely serious. “Post-dinner, fine. Pre-dinner, it’s a conversational dead-end.”

Hunter Gibson clenched his phone, gloomy. Staring at the balcony beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, he let out a cold laugh. "How much longer are you going to keep this act up, Stella? Wasn't a whole night of playing the victim enough for you?" He strode toward the balcony door. The moment his hand closed around the handle, my soul, floating in midair, seemed to tremble ever-so-slightly. All he had to do was push the door open. Then he would see me curled up in the corner, frozen solid like an ice sculpture.