Penthouse Novels & Stories

Phoebe The penthouse was a masterwork of surveillance, a crystalline structure designed to monitor every micro-expression and pulse-beat I possessed. For one year, Peter had taught me that security was the absence of surprise. He had treated the penthouse as an extension of his own nervous system, an environment where he was the architect, the god, and the arbiter of reality.

Arman’s pov The city light shimmered far below,a silent chaos sea,but up here ,in the secluded oasis ,there was only the soft hum of high end conditioning and the scent of white lilies. “This is magnificent,son”Papa Said taking in the view of my penthouse. “Thank you father” “Really.I always said I was going to get myself one but never saw the need until now“Simon concurred . The penthouse was a fortress, bought by me not for its luxury, but for its discretion. It was a sterile, high-tech sanctuary hidden in the sky, far from the bloodied streets .

he sneered, checking his watch again with an impatient flick of his wrist. ​"I want the penthouse in the Santa Monica Estate, the one with the private elevator and the ocean view, or I want ten percent of the shares in that entire property development transferred to my name tonight," I said, picking a number that I knew would sting because he had spent years working on that project.

Dawn came too soon. I dressed plainly, in a new mini dress I had gotten during the week, clevage out in the open, a small scale wounded around my neck to hide the fading marks, and headed to the Pack house. Guards nodded me through—Silvercrest ones, of course. The penthouse was guarded. Father had never lived in the penthouse before. He had been planning to give it to Simon and I when we got married. Simon, that bastard... It was breathtaking. The penthouse in the middle of no where. Made with black granite. Floor-to-ceiling windows and a jacuzzi just by the entrance.

Aria’s POV Purity Penthouse Lights glowed from afar, illuminating the entire neighborhood. Purity Penthouse stood on the outskirts of the city on a large property of its own. I'd only heard about it. Never had I stepped foot in it before. As soon as it came into view, my first reaction was an instinctive gasp that left my lips not just from fear, but also shock. The horrible things I’d heard about this penthouse; a house of pleasure, where the gang leaders and the notorious hookers spend the entire evening wasting their lives.

Haven’t you gotten the clue yet? He presses some key and unlocks the door. His penthouse is huge, modern with cozy furniture, stairways in the middle to the second floor. It has floor to ceiling windows that offer the perfect view of the skyscrapers around the city. “This view is magnificent. It feels like you’re on the top of the world.” I take a deep breath despite my unforeseen disappointment. “I chose this penthouse because of this view. There were lots to choose from, but this is the best one.” He comes closer behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He inhales my hair and kisses my head.

I asked, my voice still a little hoarse from disuse and injury. He turned to look at me, his expression softening when our eyes met. "My penthouse," he said simply. "It's in Tribeca. Fully secured building, private elevator that goes straight to my floor, twenty-four-hour doorman. No one gets in without clearance." I nodded slowly, processing this. Of course his penthouse would be in Tribeca. Of course it would be fully secured and luxurious and everything I'd expect from Orion Konstantinos, one of New York's most successful businessmen.

Evelyn Scott straightened, intrigued. His features flooded with curiosity. “I own a penthouse downtown. Left over from my… previous life.” I said it casually. I hadn’t set foot in the place in years, but it was still there, waiting for a new tenant. It would be convenient to put it to use here. “It’s fully furnished,” I continued. “And it’s discreet.” His eyes narrowed. “And you’re offering it all to me?” Despite the greed I had seen flash in his eyes, I had to give him credit. He at least seemed skeptical when perfect opportunities were dangled in front of him. It made me wonder how his initial conversation with Emma had gone.

she asked, like she was trying to smooth over the moment. "The penthouse. On the 124th and 125th floors. It's the tallest residence in New York City." My tone stayed aloof and remote. If she wanted to be cold, I could match her with ice. I didn’t miss the way she hesitated, her steps slowing just a fraction. It was sinking in now. The sheer height, the exclusivity, the magnitude of it all. Still, I led the way, my actions automatic, more duty than warmth. If she needed time, she could have it.

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.