Novel Building Novels & Stories

I’d gladly give murder a try if I ever get my hands on that rat-faced backstabber. The building in question is an interesting one. It’s made of pale grey sandstone and is three stories tall. It hosts beautiful large windows, a Hermes fountain in its courtyard, and a lovely open-air staircase leading up to the main entrance. People come and go, most of them too busy with whatever business they need to take care of to pay me any mind.

Fuschia was still pensive on the spot as she watched Thebet disappear into a corner of the building. ‘He’s gone.’ Fuschia breathed a sigh of relief as she stood in front of a huge and elegant-looking building. She was mesmerized by what she witnessed. She remembered that she had entered a large building to escape the rain. But when she entered the building, she was greeted by the presence of another domed building that was no less majestic than the one she had seen when she entered with the carriage. So it can be said that there is a building inside the building. It's an interesting experience.

[Hamildell Mansion] In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and busy streets, stood the largest house ever built. This architectural marvel, known as the Hamildell Mansion, was a testament to opulence and grandeur. Its exterior was adorned with intricate carvings, towering pillars, and expansive windows that allowed sunlight to dance upon its walls.

Panic spread as all eyes turned to Jon. On the inside, Jon was cursing Ray nonstop. If not for that one announcement, how would his group have been driven into such a corner? "We'll go back to Building 4," he said decisively. Since Building 4 had already been sealed off, after leaving it, they had all moved into Building 12 to avoid having to climb through windows every time they went in or out. "Building 4 is sealed. The only entrance left is the windows. It's easy to defend, and hard to attack.

Noel Anthony. "Maybe, there is a way." Noel uttered to his assistant. In his hands was a report for a new building that he had bought outside of the city. It wasn't a bit far from the border and then, most travellers stop there. The restaurant was going bankrupt and the owner needed someone to help stop the place from going bankrupt. That was when Noel came into the pictures. He is man that is interested in building a lot of buildings and then, he put his people as the employees. It was his way of helping them mingle with people more.

She muttered. I scanned the set of six buildings which were built side by side, three on one side, and three on the other. Each one was a two storey building with at least a hundred rooms in each one, their doors bracing my view. Some of the doors were locked while the others had students outside them, their eyes shooting down at us as we covered the distance to the second building at the left. It had the letter ‘B’ written boldly on it, with various numbers like ‘B1’ ‘B24’ and others written on each of the doors.

Nova had requested it immediately after arriving home. Actually, requested was perhaps the wrong word. Presented a proposal. An organized proposal. With bullet points. Naturally. The construction site looked dramatically different from the last photographs she had seen. The main structure stood proudly beside the water. Rooms had shape now. Hallways had direction. Dreams had walls. Nova stood silently beside her father looking toward the building. “It is real.” The words came quietly. Not like a child. Not quite like an adult either. Somewhere in between.

My head craned as I looked up at the skyscraping dead-ass building which had big bold led-lit letters on the middle of the building: CATT Holding. Standing on 40 floors up, the building was so huge that it stretched from my far right, and then went on and on to the farthest left side. I looked up yet again to admire the twisted structure which gave an intrinsic classic illusion at the bottom half and top half of the building. It was as if the gods from the sky tried to give it a little twist, then stopped and just let it be. The building itself was a pure definition of wealth and luxury.

“Claire are you coming?.” Alissa asked. “Yes sure!.” I got the hold of myself as I followed her to the mighty building. The building is too big to be even called a mansion. I understand why people refer to it as a palace. It is five stories high and is done in a curved shape. At the center of the water fountain is a large sculpture of a wolf.

The flashes competed with the lights of the building itself, which seemed to be taller and more eye-catching than any other in Manhattan. The Banks Nouveau building (from the French for new) was Ethan's newest property, a skyscraper that had been built with great grandeur. And that particular night was the opening of the building. There was a line of luxury cars in front of the building. The wealthy people got out with the help of their employees, or the valet who was on hand, and then entered through the large revolving doors. - "Are you nervous?" Jean asked in a low tone. Blair looked at all the photographers eager for good pictures and sighed. By now, she was used to her father's world, b