Penthouse Novels & Stories

They entered a private elevator that ascended swiftly, silently, making Lynn's stomach lurch. The doors opened directly into an apartment. No, apartment was too small a word. It was a penthouse, vast and breathtakingly opulent. The entire wall facing the city was made of glass, offering a panoramic view that made Lynn feel like he was floating above the world. Everything was sleek, modern, and cold. Expensive art adorned the walls, but it felt sterile, like a museum. There was no life here, no warmth. It was the most beautiful prison he could imagine.

Caleb exclaimed, and Cassian couldn’t agree more. Hailey’s penthouse epitomized luxury and elegance, spanning the top floor with breathtaking city views from floor-to-ceiling windows. The grand living area featured plush designer sofas and a sleek coffee table. The open-concept design integrated a state-of-the-art kitchen with a large island, perfect for entertaining. A striking glass-railed staircase led to the upper level, housing four spacious bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom. The penthouse also included an exercise corner and a private terrace with outdoor seating and a hot tub, ideal for relaxation and enjoying the

All this while, he kept tapping away on his phone. After what seemed like forever, the machine asked for a secret passcode, he pressed on the machine, then the door opened. I came up of the elevator only to see that we were standing on top of the world. It was a fucking penthouse I have never been to one of these. The walls were made of glass and the furniture which was mostly black and gold were strategically placed. This was a huge television on the wall and what. “Close your mouth before bugs get in” Lorenzo said.

And it works fine. I'm now on my way to his penthouse, located in an expensive skyscraper overlooking Manhattan. A number of wealthy businessmen have their place here, women like men. The apartment is a paradise on earth, but actually more of a status symbol. Many of the owners hardly spend time enjoying the exceptional view, which is actually a shame.

Chapter 9: The Devil's Contract Melanie's POV The penthouse was obscene. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Marble floors were so polished I could see my reflection. A kitchen with appliances I didn't know how to use. Three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a terrace with a view that probably cost more per month than most people earned in a year. "This is too much," I said, turning to Damien. He stood by the entrance, checking his phone with that same cold, controlled expression he always wore.

CALESTINO “1201 S. Bellmont Avenue. Penthouse 12B.” I read it out loud for the third time, like the words might rearrange themselves if I stared hard enough. My grip tightened around my phone until the screen creaked. My heart was trying to tear its way out of my ribs. I killed the engine and stepped into the cool night air, pulling my cap low. The building rose in front of me—glass, steel, money. Cold and untouchable. Penthouse level.

“But listen, you don’t have to drag Hazel or yourself into house-hunting chaos. I’ve already got plenty of properties under my name. In fact, I bought a penthouse over in Crestview Heights last month—tight security, private access, panoramic view of the city. It’s perfect.” Annabelle scrunched her nose. “A penthouse? Richard, that’s not small and cozy, that’s… luxury stacked vertically.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I said home, not a castle in the sky.” Richard let out an exasperated laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Belle, sweetheart, that penthouse is the best you’re gonna get for

***** By Wednesday afternoon, the last of the deliveries had arrived. The penthouse was mine. Not like the old one at Central Park Tower—glamorous, sterile, dripping with designer labels and overpriced coldness. That one had been more of a display case than a home, something the old Krystal Hunter used to show off rather than to live in. This one? This was different.

“That sounds nice, Em, but you’re forgetting the most important part.” “What?” “I can’t afford it.” I hadn’t even heard the price but I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford it. Even if I had a job, I wouldn’t be able to. She rolled her eyes again. “I told you it’s cheaper than the other ones I showed you today. Each floor has four apartments, except the highest floor. It’s a penthouse.” She explained as she dragged me toward the elevator. “The doors are password protected.” “Emily–“

After some flashy pitches, he reaches the last property on his list. “And this one is my very favorite,” he declares. He slides Aiden a photo of a huge apartment. “This is a spacious penthouse located on the west side of town. It’s in the very heart of the city, just a short walk from where you’ll be practicing hockey.” He taps the photo with his pointer finger. “It’s got an amazing view and a number of guest bedrooms… Not that your guests will want to sleep anywhere other than in the master bedroom with you.”