Doofenshmirtz Building Novels & Stories

𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄." "𝗔𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆. 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗺�

Mitchum’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and I knew I had given him his entertainment for the evening. “Come on, we need to get out to the building site so that we can get the last two roofs in place. The supplies to add the lofts to all four buildings should be here this afternoon or tomorrow,” I said walking towards the bedroom door. “You should have seen the caverns Baylor. They were insane, I mean they made it work, but it was still totally prehistoric. The people who lived there will be super grateful for these buildings even if they seem more like a barn or army barracks,” Mitchum said as we descended the stairs.

A chill crept down my spine. “How long?” I asked finally. Damon tilted his head slightly. “How long what?” “How long have you been building this city?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he leaned forward slightly, watching the training grounds as we drove past. “A long time.” That wasn’t an answer. But it told me enough. Years. Maybe longer. The vehicle slowed again before stopping in front of the largest building in the compound. It rose three stories high, constructed from reinforced steel and concrete. The nerve center.

I blurted out and immediately cringed. “Now do you see why I told you I was from New Mesopotamia?” Griff said. “It’s not so bad,” I lied. “It really is,” he muttered. He was right. I didn’t want to disparage his home, but without the protection of magic, this city of slums would have burned down decades, if not centuries ago, much like London did in the great fire of 1666. We drove the rest of the way in silence. On the outskirts of the city stood a six-story building shaped like a medieval castle but looking like it was made of breeze blocks. At the top of its arched entrance way hung a golden shield with a heraldic wolf, and beneath it were the words, YE OLD WOLF’S DEN.

He was hoping the dark cloud looming above their heads was nothing. Clara nods. Budova’s office was in the heart of the city, housed in one of the most Historic buildings that pre-dates the Empire State Building. When Budova took over, they had to retrofit the entire building to be earthquake-resistant and accessible on all floors. Their company beautifully preserved the exterior of the building, and the original architecture of the interiors matched with the recent additions.

You two headed off, winding your way through downtown towards the Benthouse building. It was a ten-minute walk through downtown before we got to the Benthouse building. The immense structure was one of the old style of skyscrapers, with lots of fancy stonework around the modernized revolving glass doors, and way far up you could see the same stonework on the upper corners of the building. They'd even shot a scene of that latest Batman movie on top of it, featuring one of the gargoyles as Bats himself looked out over the city. Benthouse was a 32-story edifice, and as you and Sabrina walked through the doors, you were greeted by a big, two-story entry hall with vaulted ceilings that looked lik

He always did what was best for the pack, including continuing to lead, even though he was more than ready to retire. We pulled up in front of a building that commanded attention, even in this city of flashy and over the top designs, its classic beauty was eye catching. Twelve stories high, made of gray stone with big gothic style navy blue tripped windows. I could see statues of wolfs around the top of the building, guarding it. The huge double front doors were not your typical glass like you would assume for a business like this, instead they were made of heavy wood and engraved beautifully with a forest scene, a full moon overhead with a pack of wolves running between the trees. It looked

It was obvious they weren’t telling the truth, but I didn’t have the energy to want to squeeze the truth out of them, so I sat at the table and ate my breakfast in peace until Finn spoke, ruining my mood. “Where is the new building supposed to be sited?” he asked, checking to see if I remembered what we talked about yesterday. I put down my spoon and glared at him. “Here in Vienna.” “How many floors?” “One hundred and fifty.” “And it is supposed to resemble what building?” I tightened my grip around the spoon in my hand. “Tianjin CTF finance building.” He opened his mouth to ask another question, and I cut him off. “Must we do this now?”

One year later, the FS Phoenix building stood as the sharpest needle in the city’s skyline, a monument of glass and steel that seemed to pierce the clouds. To the world, it was a beacon of hope—the headquarters of the most successful humanitarian foundation in history. To those inside, it was a fortress of absolute silence.

"Behave yourself today, okay? Stay inside and don't go looking for trouble." “I’m always good,” she promised, giving me a thumbs-up and a cheeky grin. “Alright. I’ll see you when I get back. I don’t know how long the paperwork will take.” “Have a good day!” she called as I walked out. ***** Standing in front of Doyle Holdings a little while later, I felt small. The building was enormous; glass and steel reaching twenty floors into the sky. It looked powerful and untouchable, just like the man who owned it.