Moon Tower Inn Novels & Stories

I mutter under my breath. Two hours later, we take the private lift straight up to the Moonveil Citadel's crowning jewel: the Tower Penthouse. A surge of pure adrenaline hits my veins. The place costs twenty thousand gold coins a single night. It spans two massive stories, four thousand square feet of pure opulence, featuring two private master dens, an executive pack office, and a master bath equipped with a literal waterfall shower and a heated stone Jacuzzi. Spending a weekend here costs more than I make scrubbing the porcelain bowls of these gold-plated toilets in an entire year. "One final sweep before Ivanov Drakos arrives later this evening," Selene says, grabbing a fresh silk rag and

Houston Tower! Carved magnificently in brush script with a shade of blue and a shadow of light gold. A name towering a 50-floors 7-star accomodation. Paramount during the day when the sun beamed its rays to its supreme name. Picture perfect at twilight when its silhouette covered the resting sun. Magisterial at night when it towered and lit the whole city. Lori gasped for her first experience settling in a business class cabin, for riding a luxurious limo, and for sitting beside these three gentlemanly refined young men.

“You really mean to build your firm here.” “I didn’t come all this way just to admire the scenery.” We drove deeper into the city until the streets widened and the architecture changed. The buildings here were newer, taller, more polished. This was the business district and it was exactly where I needed to be. Nathan stopped the car in front of a towering glass structure that stretched nearly forty floors into the sky. It was Moonfall Tower—one of the most prestigious buildings in the entire city. On the lower floors, it housed trade offices, diplomatic representatives and corporate headquarters.

I touched the rub‍y ri​n‌g on my f‌inger. "I'm ready," I said​. Moretti Tower. Service⁠ E‌ntrance. 11:00 PM​. The skyscraper loomed above us, a monol​ith of glass and steel disap‌pearing into the mist. The lights‍ were on in the execut⁠ive suite​ o‌n the top floor. St. Clair was burni⁠ng th‌e midni​ght⁠ oil, probably c​ounting his mon⁠ey.​

As we arrived at the towering venue, I was immediately enveloped by the exquisite sight of elegantly dressed guests, mingling and savoring the extravagant atmosphere. The grand Uptown Oasis tower stood tall and majestic, its sleek glass façade shimmering under the soft glow of a thousand chandeliers. It was a beacon of opulence in the heart of the city, a testament to the wealth and power of the elite. As I ascended the grand staircase, the opulent marble floors seemed to stretch into eternity, adorned with intricately designed Persian rugs that whispered tales of distant lands. "This is Mom's first tower. I've only seen this grand hall just now because she used to forbid us from opening it.

There is a hotel below the mountain and here, mountaineers leave their things and bring only what is needed like water and snacks. Mount Montis is only a low mountain and you can reach the peak for only about three hours trekking. "Welcome again, Mr. Vasquez. Where are your friends?" One of the staff asked. "I'm with my family." Kenzo said. "Oh, I see." The staff said. "I'm getting a Family Room." Kenzo said. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Vasquez. All of our Family Rooms are all occupied. The only available rooms now are the Friends Room like what you were reserving before and the Couples Room." The staff said. "Ok, ahm, I'll just get two Friends Room." Kenzo said. "Ahm, Mr. Vasquez, there's only one F

Emerald Tower was the most famous exclusive private club in the metropolis. The seven-hundred meters tall building consisted of numerous tiny nightclubs on each level. The higher the level, the more prominent the guests it held. Surely with that concept, the top of the tower would only accept guests that came from the wealthiest families in the city, or at least those who had a net worth high enough to be called a billionaire.

Those who logged into the platform would be able to see it immediately. "Homan Tower, isn't that the Homan Tower of Homan Technology located in the center of Michigan?" "I heard that when constructing this building, all materials used were the best according to the world's top seismic standards. The cost of the building is up to 30 billion. Even missiles cannot destroy this kind of building. Ask him how he plans to make the tower collapse? With his mouth?" "It feels like Moe Little Witch’s brother is a bit retarded. Is he living in a dream?"

I spat, my heart beating. "Really? Stormy you aren't in Navarre Pack right now. I'm in charge in this City and you'd better do as I say." He said and walked towards the building. I stood there wondering if I should go after him or not. I looked around me, and all I could see were mansions. Then I looked at the mansion I was standing before and realized something. This one had the words "AURORA BUILDING" written on it. This must be the major building for sure! It was the most beautiful and the most luxurious. It was so obvious that anyone, including a little child, could easily tell. "Stormy!" I heard his voice and quickly ran to him.

“This is exactly how I pictured my morning.” My boots crunched over the frozen dirt, and by the time I reached the road, the icy wind had turned my nose red and stiff. Thank the Moon Goddess, a cab was coming just as I stepped up to the edge of the road. I flung my hand up to flag it down and jumped in. “How much to NovaCore Tower?” “Three dollars and twenty cents,” he answered without sparing me so much as a glance. “Alright,” I replied, already rummaging through my bag for my wallet.