Penthouse Novels & Stories

"Mr Derk, my partner here thinks it'll be better if you show us a penthouse." "A penthouse?" he looked confused and had to think for some time. "I think I have one in mind." *** I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood there, gaping at that beautiful penthouse that had taken my breath away as soon as we entered it. It had a flawless cream-coloured floor, and two of the walls were made entirely out of glass, showing a beautiful night view of Seoul city. "Fully furnished living room, kitchen, a master bedroom, three extras all with attached..."

Because despite everything: confusion, discomfort, curiosity— She wanted to keep reading. ______ Episode 40 – The Penthouse Party The penthouse was a monument to excess, a glass-and-steel temple perched atop the city’s most exclusive tower. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine from towering arrangements, expensive cigars, and the faint, sweet perfume of ambition. Music, a curated mix of ambient electronica, pulsed at a low, hypnotic frequency, just enough to feel in the bones, not enough to disrupt the real business of the night: the trading of influence, secrets, and flesh.

“One: you move into the penthouse tonight. My house. My rules. Two: you walk out that door right now. By tomorrow every account your mother ever touched will be frozen. Your phone, your cards, your fake ID, your dealer’s number, gone. You’ll be sleeping on the subway with the rest of the runaways. so Choose wisely.” Her pulse hammered in her throat. She had exactly $47 in her pocket and a duffel bag of black clothes in a Midtown locker. Her friends were broke. Her mother had burned every other bridge with fire and vodka. She spat on the polished marble floor between his Ferragamo loafers. “Fine,” she hissed. “But I’m not your prisoner.” Saint smiled slow, crue

I mutter under my breath. Two hours later, we take the private lift straight up to the Moonveil Citadel's crowning jewel: the Tower Penthouse. A surge of pure adrenaline hits my veins. The place costs twenty thousand gold coins a single night. It spans two massive stories, four thousand square feet of pure opulence, featuring two private master dens, an executive pack office, and a master bath equipped with a literal waterfall shower and a heated stone Jacuzzi. Spending a weekend here costs more than I make scrubbing the porcelain bowls of these gold-plated toilets in an entire year. "One final sweep before Ivanov Drakos arrives later this evening," Selene say

The penthouse of the Sterling-Vance building stood eighty stories above the city, a glass-and-steel fortress that overlooked the tiny, scurrying lives of the humans below. To the public, Vane was the reclusive billionaire who had just "merged" his interests with the Vance estate. To Elara, he was the man currently pouring two fingers of amber bourbon while staring at a map that shouldn't exist.

I replied. I took a deep breath and forced my feet to walk into the room. I could hardly believe what I was seeing when I was in the room. The penthouse is so beautiful, big, and luxurious. There are three luxurious bedrooms, three baths, two powder rooms, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room that doubles as a ballroom. And there is also a swimming pool with an exquisite outdoor garden. I could see the entire City of New York with its beautiful lights from the large glass window in the room.

“Please tell me that’s not where I work.” He pointed upward. “No.” I relaxed. “Good.” “That’s where you live.” I snapped my head toward him. “What?!” He looked amused. “The penthouse.” I gaped. “Penthouse?” “Yes.” “How big is it?” He casually answered. “About twelve thousand square feet.” I nearly choked. “Twelve thousand?!” He nodded. “Uncle!” “What now?” “That’s insane!” He smiled. “No that’s comfortable.” I stared at him.

Our final destination took us to Neo’s penthouse. The penthouse stretched wide and open, looking more like the sky than an actual apartment. His house security woman led us in. The inside looked more glamorous. Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and immaculate furniture. The windows made it possible to see the city from there. Neo showed me other parts of the house; the kitchen, his personal studio, and some other rooms I thought were unnecessary for one person. The place screamed luxury. He had two lounges and a bar.

I looked at the empty house where I started my young life, the house where Isabella grew up and drops of tears rolled down my eyes They were tears of accomplishment and survival “Ma’am, we are done. Where are we taking your stuff to?” one of the men that came with the relocation service asked and his voice echoed I snapped out of my thoughts and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands “Uhmm, Denzol penthouse” I replied “Denzol penthouse? I’ve never heard of that place” he replied, looking confused What did he mean he had never heard of that place? “Denzol corporation’s penthouse” I repeated

Hahahaha! The style of the whole room is bachelor-type but with a touch of Victorian class. Bennet is a really smart guy. The penthouse is complete with modern equipment, from a home theater set to a mini-gym set in one corner. I only see two doors. Maybe one is a room and the other is a library or office. I also saw a hallway, must be a way to kitchen and dining area. Cool! The entire penthouse was occupied by only one person. Is Bennet planning to leave me here?