Penthouse Novels & Stories

Thirty floors of steel and glass where rich people go to hide from the world. ‎ ‎”Perfect.” ‎ ‎Tehe driver pulls into a private entrance. Underground. Away from cameras and curious eyes. ‎ ‎"Elevator to the left," he says without turning around. "Penthouse access. Take this envelope.” ‎I took the envelope. The phone. Step out into the concrete tomb of the parking garage. ‎ ‎The elevator is waiting. ‎ ‎Of course it is. ‎ ‎I press the button for the seventeenth floor. The doors close with a whisper. Smooth jazz plays. Soft melodic instrumental by saxophonist Kenny G.

For the first time in a long while, challenge thrilled instead of frightened her. They stopped before a massive table displaying the model of a residential tower. Celeste tapped the tablet. “Penthouse A. Target buyer profile: international investor, mid-fifties, values exclusivity. Current proposal approved by procurement but stalled by sales.” Renderings appeared. Dark woods. Heavy furniture. Gold detailing. Expensive. Soulless. Yesha studied it in silence. “Well?” Celeste asked. “It looks like a hotel lobby pretending to be a home.” Several nearby designers glanced up.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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–“

They kissed and he finger-fucked her at the danced floor while their bodies still clothed glued with each other. Later in the night, they decided to retire to another extravagant location—the penthouse of a Xu Towers Hotel franchise. This penthouse is nothing short of opulent, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. The plush furnishings were adorned with rich fabrics and exquisite details, creating an ambiance of sheer luxury. seated with him.