Penthouse Novels & Stories

Almost everywhere had a mixture of gold and cream, it was indeed beautiful and she felt like she had stepped into the palace from Aladdin; but a modern version. “There are five bedrooms all complete with full baths, a kitchen, pantry, gym, living room, dining room, swimming pool, entertainment room and bar. Make yourself at home.” Wayne said. Ten apartments just like hers could fit into this penthouse. “Your home is really beautiful Wayne.” Rose said as she tried not to look lost. “Thanks. Clothes, right? Let’s get you all sorted out, right this way please.” Wayne said as he began walking down the hallway and she quickly followed behind.

Once they were in, she asked, “Where are we?” “Home.” The look she gave him was one of confusion and she wanted him to explain more. “We can’t live at the hotel forever, right? So, here we are. At my place. And your home for now.” His penthouse was at 60th floor. He was a director in the board of the company which has built the building. The view of Central Park from up here was worth every dollar he had spent. He had converted all the four penthouses into one and now he ruled the 60th floor. Oh, money could get such pleasures.

All we want, we get. On getting to my penthouse, one of my men quickly opened the door of my car for me as the driver quickly maneuvred the car into my garage. Taking the elevator to the 65th floor, I quickly entered my condominium as I was greeted by my all my staffs and housekeepers. My four bedroom condo was the most luxurious condominium in the whole of Bel Air. I occupied the 63th to 65th floor while the others were given out. I owned the penthouse so it was my right to rent it out to whosoever I find pleasing. And many celebrities and heiresses would give up their kingdom just to live in the same building as me. You could

She would gladly let Lucas lock her up in here, forever. “The Penthouse,” Maxwell said, his voice dropping to a reverent tone. “Ten thousand square feet of interior space, plus two thousand square feet of wraparound terrace. Private pool on the west terrace, a kitchen to be designed to the owner’s specification, room for a private screening room, a gym… it is, frankly, the most significant residential property in the city.” Val walked to the windows, her heels clicking on the floor and echoing around the walls. The view was unbelievable. Imagine looking through this at night. It'll be absolutely magical. But…

He kept looking back at the road, hoping to see just one shadow, someone's presence. The penthouse was located in a high-rise building in one of the more secluded parts of the city. It had private elevators, reinforced security systems, and soundproof walls. The moment they stepped inside, all of their nose filled with the scent of the building, the air fresening agent, the welcoming smell that made you want smell it forever.

A single word text: **<< IN. *** **ROSSI PENTHOUSE - SKYLINE CITADEL** The penthouse wasn't empty. Two guards in Rossi Security black patrolled the opulent, corpse-like space where Silas had been kept. Their boredom was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the shadows of the service entrance hallway where Harlan and Winters waited.

I do not answer, because I do not know. The penthouse is a graveyard; that is the only way I can describe it. It is expensive, perfect, designed down to the smallest detail, and completely unused. The kitchen is spotless because I never cook. The dining table is empty because I never sit there. The bed is too large and too cold, and I sleep maybe three or four hours on a good night, sometimes less, and sometimes not at all. The office couch has become more familiar than my own room.

Inside, however, she was mocking Timothy's state. "So here we are, Ladies and gentlemen, our famous penthouse!" Hendrick said while showing everyone the colossal space and pointing to the beautiful view from the living room balcony. "Not bad," Earl Duran remarked. Melissa had the same praise, but Jake Hall compared, "The Diamond Hotel Plus has a better penthouse, although they don't sell the unit. They only have it for rent." Pete and Arthur nodded casually. They did not express any enthusiasm but did not discredit the penthouse either.

Adrian Pov We arrive at the Petrov penthouse, a building that stands tall and cold against the Moscow skyline. It is a display of power, of wealth, to the man who rules it all. The elevator ride up is slow. The air is still, silent. The doors open, and I am in his world. The penthouse is all polished concrete, steel, and glass. There are no personal touches, no warmth. The guards are a silent, intimidating presence. I am led to the living room, and there he is.

The man spared no expense for Kieran which honestly shouldn’t surprise me anymore because Bryan Calloway treats loving her like it’s a full-time occupation. Still! Walking through this penthouse while everything got set up today felt surreal because this is “The Penthouse” . The one that practically broke the internet when Bryan bought it. The absurdly expensive luxury property that ended up on the front page of every news article because people couldn’t comprehend a hockey player spending that much money on one home. I remember reading comments online like: “Who needs this much space?” Meanwhile after spending hours here? Hones