Balcony Conversations Novels & Stories

“Since you’ve already walked forward in your life, leaving everything behind... don't ever look back.” With those words of encouragement, Nora opened the door, allowing the noisy atmosphere of the banquet to seep into their private conversation. --- “Excuse me, Jayden. Can I speak with you for a moment?” Madison’s voice interrupted Jayden’s conversation with another entrepreneur. Nodding, Jayden excused himself and accompanied Madison to the balcony. “What’s up?” Jayden asked casually, extracting a cigarette from his pocket and igniting it with a lighter. He gazed out into the night sky ahead, while Madison positioned herself beside him to face him directly.

The balcony door is tightly closed, it seems they will discuss important matters. Three cups of coffee-filled glasses accompany their chat tonight with a cold night breeze and a dark, star-studded sky up there. All three are still silent, no one has opened the conversation yet. Each of them enjoyed a moment that had not lasted long. The three of them sat on the balcony with a cup of coffee, it's been a long time since it was like this. What's more, none of them smoke, making them enjoy a quiet night without the annoying nicotine fumes.

We ate outside at a table that wobbled slightly on uneven pavement, fish and chips in paper, the kind of meal that had no pretension to it and was better for it, and at some point I said something that made Robin laugh, a real one, easy and unguarded and entirely uncontrolled, the kind that arrived without him deciding to produce it, and I held onto that sound for a moment because it was the first time I had heard that specific laugh in over a week and the contrast made the previous week feel very far away. That evening the room was warm and the water outside had gone dark and we sat on the small balcony with drinks, our chairs pulled close enough that our knees touched, and talked in the lo

And after a while, he came back to our table and filled Alexey's glass with a light-cocktail drink. After a while, Alexey stood up then, excused herself, and was heading to the lady's room. I also stood up and went to the men's room. As I went out of the men's room, I saw a girl leaning on the wall of the entrance of the men's room, as I stopped in front of her, she immediately gripped my wrist and dragged me to the balcony. She let go of my hand before she leaned at the railings and looked down that clearly the city lights. I did the same, as I looked up it was clearly seen the night sky from here. I shifted my gaze at her, she really looked so gorgeous. "I'm sorry," She started, then her g

Maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out alright. We order our food, indulging in delightful conversations. The ambiance shifts as laughter and joking fill the air between us. Blake's scent is intoxicating, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. He inquires about my life, delicately skirting around my past, making me feel respected and at ease. By the evening’s end, I am genuinely content and relaxed in his presence. Blake escorts me to my room, and as we reach the door, I pause. "Would you like to sit with me on the balcony for a bit?" I ask, not quite ready for the night to end.

The world around them dimmed. “This thing between us—” she whispered, “—it’s going to ruin everything.” “Maybe,” he replied, brushing a gloved hand along her bare back. “Or maybe we burn it all down together.” Private Balcony – Moments Later Helena needed air. She stepped onto the penthouse balcony, overlooking the midnight skyline. The city pulsed below her like a living thing. Lucien followed. “Careful,” he said softly. “The wind’s sharp tonight.” “So are you,” she replied, not turning around.

"Balcony?" It was pretty dark outside already. I followed him to the main balcony of the packhouse. I hugged my arms, "it's kind of chilly out here." "Is it?" He asked, unzipping his hooded jacket and putting it around me before I could raise a protest. "Thank you." I sighed. "So, we're going to talk about the elephant in the room." "Do we have to?" I groaned. I loved the balcony view, because other houses were bungalows, it had the view of the forest in the distance and you could see anything going on around for a long distance.

He continued to engage in more conversations with his friends, diverting any questions that tend to put me in the hot spot, giving me a few months to breathe. As the evening grew closer, and more questions came directed at both of us, I couldn't help but wonder if this gathering was strictly business as he claimed. After a load of questioning and answers, Jayden led out onto a balcony, away from the noise and curious eyes. I leaned against the railing and took a deep breath trying to relax from the intense experience I just went through some minutes ago. The night cool breeze brushed against my face bringing relief and calmness to my unease as I closed my eyes.

*Shelby* “That son of a bitch,” Michael cursed and released my hands, standing up and walking toward the balcony. My hands feel empty and cold without his touch. “Who?” I asked Michael as he retreated, opening the door and walking outside. I stood, intent on following him when he didn’t answer my question. I slowly made my way out to the balcony, somewhat awestruck. I'd never been inside any home as nice as this. The balcony was huge and had a fantastic view of the New York skyline. The buildings in the distance illuminated the night sky like grounded stars. It would have been beautiful had it not been for the tense conversation we were having.

Too risky to even try. "I'm sorry...but I can't go any further... you have to leave." Please don't go. "We don't have to do anything you know we can just keep talking on the balcony or something, I just wanna be with you." It's just a talk on the balcony, that can't hurt right? "Ok it has blankets so we could even cuddle or something but not too long." He nodded. We began talking and I had completely lost track of time and I was now asleep, on the balcony couch next to Luciano Martini. What a great day.