Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

"I flipped through the file, scanning crime scene photos, a perfunctory autopsy report, and witness statements that seemed suspiciously sanitized. I didn't need someone to tell me not to read more: I f I wanted real answers, I'd have to dig with my own hands. I slipped on my coat, tucked the file under my arm, and stepped out into the dim, troubled evening. The address led me to a penthouse. The penthouse was a shrine to expensive silence—glass, leather, and the faint trace of old money. I was there for the footage, but the man who owned the place wouldn’t even glance at me, let alone access it. I'm standing on the sidewalk across the street, collar up against the wind, watching the top floo

The golden-brown-haired lady walked into the office with two large brown envelopes in her hands. She took quick steps to the table of the expecting older man. She placed the envelopes on the table, and they both began bringing out the files that were inside as they skimmed through each of them. Her legs felt wobbly from standing too long, so she took her seat on one of the chairs facing the older man. She adjusts her skirt and puts her hair in a ponytail. After a moment the man asked. “Joan, anything yet?” His eyes were on her, expecting a response.

Then she placed her trembling fingers in his. The moment their skin touched, her breath caught. Heat sparked through her veins, dangerous and unwanted. He closed his hand firmly around hers, leading her inside as though she were already his possession. And maybe she was. The Penthouse The elevator doors slid open to reveal Ethan’s penthouse — a space so vast and opulent it didn’t feel real. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the New York skyline, glittering like a sea of stars. Marble floors gleamed, modern art hung on the walls, and a grand piano stood in the corner as if waiting for some tragic symphony to be played.

He asked in his tender voice, and that's when I gently turned to face him “Charles?” “Huh?” “I thought you said you lived in an apartment, why a penthouse?” “Uhm, ahhh, about that” He said like realization hit him “Oh about the story I told you back then on how I was scammed?” “Hmmm” I nod “Actually I just lived in an apartment for the first three months I was here, and then I switched to a Penthouse, I haven't lived in an apartment before, America is actually my first time living in an apartment”

“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–“

I ignored it because they had a habit of defaming each other. She stood up and took a piece of paper from the fridge's magnet. She handed it to me. I took it immediately. "Hmmm, I think that address is in Metro," she snorted, continuing to put down the cookies I had separated for her. 123 Ventura's Towers Penthouse 1430 143 Prestige Avenue Metropolis, ST 010143

As Alaric watched her tidying up quietly, he leaned against the door and said, "Don’t pack too many clothes; Penthouse has plenty." Thinking about the various cheongsams hanging in the penthouse's wardrobe, Emerald asked, "Alaric, did you plan this all along?" The man slowly walked toward her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like an endless sea. "Guess why it’s called my penthouse?" Emerald had initially thought it was just a coincidence. After all, the building had been there for years, and it wasn’t something that could be fixed in just a few months. She wasn’t so sure anymore and felt that everything might be connected to her in some way.

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.

Nick just shrugged his shoulders a little "We rarely use it, only during overtime." He built a penthouse on the top floor of his office building just for overtime? Lana's shoes, that lunch, and my college money... No wonder she did all that for me, maybe that kind of money to her is like small change. Before I could say what I was thinking, the elevator door in front of us clanged open. Nick took my hand again as he walked out. I couldn't close my gaping mouth when I saw the penthouse. This place is huge. Almost like those display apartments you see in luxury magazines, with a little garden outside.

He said: I'm not doing anything. I said: you have a face. He said: I always have a face. I said: a specific face. He said: I'm just listening. Tell me more about the penthouse. I told him about the penthouse. The kitchen, the windows, the second bedroom that was larger than my old apartment. I told him about Felix and the key. I told him about the empty hook where the jacket had been when I came out of the shower. He listened to all of it and asked good questions and by the end of the visit I felt better in the way I always felt better after sitting with him for an hour. Like things had been put in order. Not fixed. Just arranged into a shape I could see.