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.

I didn’t tell her the truth, but she respected my wish. The new building Winter. co was finished last month. The building is huge with 88 floors and it takes the place at being the highest building in our city. It has to be a really big company. But there is no information to be found about it, only that the owners' names are Kian and Alex Winter.

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.

Instinctively, my head snapped in Beta Nick's direction, and I raised a questioning brow at him. "During the summit, the sky doesn't change. This is one of the abilities of this building." He explained solemnly. My eyes widened. Really? I'd known the building was unusual. Aside from being able to stand tall for more than a thousand years without a single crack, the air seemed heavier than normal in the building, but I had never thought the building had abilities like normal werewolves. The building was indeed scarier than I had earlier imagined... "Thank you." I appreciated Beta Nick.

I muttered as I took my school bag and looked at the building my mother's brand was in. The building was built like every normal duplex. It looked like a home but it still had that professional look of a fashion house on it. The exterior was painted pure white, with glass adorning most place, meaning there were too many windows for my own liking. Majority of the windows were those long one that go from top to bottom, making the building give the impression of a glass house.

Lily points out the different buildings in the pictures. "We gotta defuse them… or at least evacuate the city." Axe sounded pissed. Amilia pointed at a familiar building and it made me feel all the more angry. "Ones at your company." The familiar sight of my company building being rebuilt was seen in the picture. It wasn't finished and still had more to go but It was obvious that it was my building. "New Yorks gonna die because of some childhood trauma. Tall about villain shit." Jeremy spoke up, taking a closer look at the transactions.

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.

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.