Balcony Conversations Novels & Stories

Jake didn't seem to be in the group. "Where's Jake?" Nathan elbowed me, looking at the side of the balcony. We followed his eyes and saw Victoria and Jake speaking in hushed tones as they entered the balcony and closed the door behind them. "Well, everyone seems to be so suspicious now." Josh groaned miserably. "Hey, Colton any chance you guys have some food here other than wine and those weird snail-type things?" Colton chuckled, looking at his expensive watch. "Will be served in twenty minutes."

The balcony was at the end of the corridor, adjacent to Penny's room. The sounds she heard from the balcony resembled the mewling of a woman but stifled as if by a kiss or a hand. Jade was no naive child. She was well aware of intimate matters within this social circle. Jade was young but had heard the people in the circle talk about it. She knew immediately that a couple was getting it on out on the balcony. A blush rapidly spread across Jade's face. She wanted to walk down the stairs when a gravelly voice broke the silence.

The stars above us twinkle quietly, and for a moment, it feels like the world is just this balcony, just this moment, just the two of us. The night air is calm, soft music drifts faintly from inside, and Cole and I are still on the balcony, mid conversation. He’s funny and easy to talk to, thoughtful in a way that feels rare, and I’m genuinely enjoying his company. I should feel light, happy, even a little giddy. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a heaviness starts to settle.

“Privyet.” Andrei was a man of few words, and his calls were as rare as they were deliberate, only for moments of necessity. All my life, I’d never once caught him bothered with small talk or idle chatter. So, I knew instinctively that something was amiss. I slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony attached to the room. When I leaned against the railing, the metal creaked softly beneath my weight, and I looked over my shoulder to be sure Leonora was still asleep.

His gray eyes met mine. "I'm just used to people trying to corner me." The words lingered in my mind. Used to it? Before I could ask what he meant, another sound echoed through the apartment. Metal scraping. Not at the front door. The balcony. Someone was climbing the outside of the building. Noah heard it too. His expression changed instantly. "They split up." He crossed the kitchen in three quick strides and looked through the balcony blinds without exposing himself. "Two on the balcony." "What?"

Colton said as he picked up a remote, aimed it at the other side of the place and the curtains automatically moved aside and revealed the evening sight of the entire city. *Gasp!* Jasmine couldn't help but gasp as she saw the beautiful night lights of the city. It was like stars in the sky in the dark night. Colton walks to the glass wall and opens it. It was only then that Jasmine realized that it was a sliding glass door to the balcony! "I didn't know there was a balcony there!" she commented. "Now, you know," Colton said," Come," he gestured Jasmine to follow him to the balcony, which is what she did.

They were eager, they were intensely communicative, and they were, understandably, terrified. I stood on the raised lip of the Voyeur’s Balcony, a crystal glass of sparkling water in my hand, looking down at the thriving, golden-lit expanse of the main floor. The ambient hum of conversation was louder than it used to be, a direct result of the continuous, verbal check-ins that the new charter mandated.

~ BALCONY ~ After June had left them, she went to retouch her makeup in the bathroom and adjust her dress properly, she was about to go back to join them in the dining when she overheard them talking about her and how it was weird that Octavia would be friends with her. She decided to go to the balcony on the top floor to enjoy the view, She hadn't been to the balcony before but Octavia had told her about how beautiful the view was up there, it was a good thing she had a good memory when it came to details so she was able to remember the secret passage to the balcony.

It's sweet and sour, a very refreshing and appetizing combination. … The clients ate happily. Kenneth and Emily exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, convinced that this business deal was already in the bag. The other colleagues also felt success was imminent and began raising their glasses to toast the two of them. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious. Just then, one of the clients' wives, Aini Baccus, asked, "Why hasn't Ms. Hardings arrived yet?" Kenneth's smile froze for a moment before he forced one back onto his face.

Those last cries didn't come from them. There was a sudden thump from the divider wall between their balcony and the next one. Quiet panting could be heard. Ben and Trish arched their necks to look at the wall. The balconies were separated by ornate wood lattice work sandwiching a translucent pane of glass. A small table with a flower box stood against this. Ben's eyebrows went up as he caught sight of a shock of white hair showing between the flowers in the box. He gently pulled from Trish and looked around for his board shorts. Unable to find them he helped Trish up. She adjusted her bikini top and looked for her bottoms.