Penthouse Novels & Stories

katara’s watching me with her cool gray eyes. I don’t like this new quiet katara. It makes me nervous, wondering what she’s up to. I like it better when she blurts out whatever she’s thinking as soon as it comes into her head. Even if it really pisses me off at the moment. The penthouse is a large, open room, currently stuffed full of potential donors getting sloshed on free liquor. Of course, it’s not really free—I’m going to try to milk every one of these fuckers for every last bit of support I can get out of them. But in the meantime, they’re welcome to gorge themselves on high-end cocktails and fancy finger foods.

Then, the elevator doors spread open, exposing me to fresh air that didn’t smell like musky mint and fried garlic. I follow behind Marciano to the last door on the floor, which is conveniently manned by two hefty men who bow to my husband as they make way for us. Marciano punches a code into the door, and it opens up revealing the most sophisticated penthouse I’ve ever seen. High ceilings, white walls, a floor-length window, and a view of the city that rivals anything I’ve seen. It’s…beautiful. And I can’t believe this will be my view every single day.

Chapter 12 A Penthouse and a Prison Amara’s POV The Kane penthouse was nothing short of breathtaking. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering city skyline, and the marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. Everything screamed wealth and power, but to me, it felt like a gilded cage.

“And the most interesting part about it is that it has its kitchen in every room and there are about 7 rooms in this penthouse.” “No way..” Michael exclaimed as he stared up at the chandelier and we all looked outside the window. “This is fucking paradise up here, man.. You outdid yourself this must have cost an arm and a leg.” I said and he nodded, and his brows danced in mock surprise. “But it is all fine. I mean I work for a man called “Mr Mateo Caden” so I should be good.” We all chuckled and shook hands. “Y’all freshen up.. We gotta club tonight or do something fun at least, yeah?”

“I have something for you.” I raised an eyebrow. Continue, miss. "It's off-market," Anthonia continued. "A new penthouse suite with Central Park views. There are two floors, complete with a rooftop garden, and a glass elevator. The penthouse is fully smart, and not listed anywhere. Not even whispered about yet." Fuck... "What?" Anthonia’s eyes sparkled. “It’s the new crown jewel. Only five people in the entire city even know it exists.” Now I leaned back. "And you're offering this... to me?"

Alissia POV When we step out of the lift, I’m struck by the luxury of the penthouse, something I hadn’t fully appreciated before. The ceilings soar high above, giving the impression of a private world separated from the chaos below. Enormous floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the city like a painting. Everything gleams—rich hardwood floors, marble accents, plush furniture arranged with an effortless elegance that somehow still feels imposing. Each corner holds some piece of art or sculpted furniture, giving it a sense of timelessness and opulence.

I just nodded as I leaned my weight over the wooden banister that lined the terrace, trying to distract my mind from the writhing I now felt within my stomach. I began wondering about the other girls we’d left behind and figured that the guards would take care of them. I wasn’t sure whether the favor Derek was showing me was to my advantage or not. Somehow, I felt far more secure with the other girls around. Whatever had become of them, I really didn’t have a choice but to move on according to Derek’s pace, because he once again grabbed my hand and pulled me along as Vivienne and Lucas led him to his quarters. “This is one of four penthouses that comprise The

For more than a year, she hasn't been at peace until a day, yet that person only sees it as the beginning. [...] The Bugatti towards the mental hospital rushed out onto the main road, through the car glass one could see the beautiful angle of the girl sitting in it, a beauty that is hard to take your eyes off. This suburban hospital was bought by her, the original purpose was to build a house, but suddenly she came up with a better joke… [...] Go back in time, back to when Helena Williams rained with the giants in Mo Co's house. After leaving, she and the giant also said goodbye to each other, before leaving he also gave Helena Williams a large amount of money.

Ferrer told me not to hurry you. A bitter laugh almost escaped. Caelan Ferrer didn’t do rush. He was rush, and everyone else just sprinted to keep up. Still, she got into the car. She didn't look back. The Penthouse If wealth had a scent, it would be this place. Crisp marble, clean linen, a hint of imported wood polish. The penthouse didn't have the scent of home—it had the scent of a catalog. Glass walls yielded to a view that seemed to be photoshopped. Everything shined. The furniture was sleek, costly. Cold.

Not in a safe-house, not in a command centre, but in a space that held no purpose other than shelter. The penthouse was sparsely furnished, almost unlived-in. There was a deep sofa facing the windows, a kitchenette of concrete and stainless steel, a door leading presumably to a bedroom. A single abstract painting, a swirl of dark blues and charcoal, hung on one brick wall. It felt like Anton—stark, modern, with a hidden, turbulent depth.