Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

When the end came, it was a white-hot collapse that left them both hollowed out, gasping for air on the floor of a penthouse that had finally, violently, become a home. The penthouse landline, a sleek, brushed-steel relic that sat on the console by the locked room door. It rang with the specific, insistent tone of an object that had already tried once, failed, and was now back with a vengeance. It was the sound of the world above street level—the world of grand juries, forged contracts, and billionaire uncles—demanding entry into a space that had, for a few hours, been entirely lawless. ​She stirred, and the movement sent a sharp, localized ache through her hips.

Too few for those with one hundred floors, but forty-five is no laughing matter. She waited for how many minutes before reaching the top level, and when she glanced at her wristwatch, it was about 7:20 a.m. When the elevator doors opened, she bit her lower lip. She stepped out of it with wide-open eyes and a gaping mouth. If Ace Matthew truly owned this enclosed structure above the LEX building, he would be extremely wealthy. Typically, penthouses are the largest, most opulent, and hence most expensive apartments in a structure. In New York, penthouse residences are extremely popular.

I would deal with this in the morning. After a 20 minute drive in New York City traffic, I pulled up the luxury apartment building that I owned. My penthouse was on the top floor of the 44 floor building. Machine’s penthouse was right below me. Entering my penthouse, I threw my coat on the island and hung my keys on the hook near the door. I took in the skyline of the city through my floor to ceiling length windows that took up the furthest wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ricci almost cost me my relationship with the Bratva. Nikolas Mikolavich was less than impressed with the shipment being apprehended. Thankfully our families had been conducting business with one another for

He only gives me an innocent look. The penthouse is on the fifty-eighth floor. It has a two-floor with a triple-height living room with views of the most iconic skyscrapers. Its perks with a humongous copper brown kitchen, a balcony, floor wine cellar, built-in Hi-tech appliances, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Mom sent me pictures if I like the interior designs, but these are nothing but boring black and white for me now. “Thanks, Edmund. I can take it from here,” I thank him, grabbing my two traveling bags with my Bottega Veneta messenger bag. I throw myself to the couch. Exhaustion starts to take over me.

Anthony smiled sheepishly and pulled Anna towards him by the waist, making her gasp. "Now let me fulfill my part of the deal." Anna smirked and slowly loosened his tie. Complete and utter lust danced in Anthony's eyes as he watched her remove his shirt buttons. _ {PENTHOUSE~AUSTRALIA~5PM} Madison laid on the king-size soft bed with her phone in her hand as she scrolled through her I*******m. If she said she hadn't been bored, then that would be a terrible lie. She never knew Nathan had a penthouse , nor has she been in a penthouse since she was born, but now she is very bored.

After his departure, I started exploring the place. That extraordinary penthouse’s floor was approximately 8,255 square feet with 6 bedrooms and 7 bathrooms as well as a separate library, a billiard room & a terrace that provides a breathtaking view of skyscrapers & the metropolitan city down there from this height. The expansive penthouse evoked an ambience of luxury with breathtakingly sensational views from the soaring tower that took in the entire city below. From the Hudson to the East River, from the Bronx to Brooklyn, from Central Park to the Atlantic Ocean, the penthouse offered unique panoramic New York City views at a height which I hadn’t seen before. I was sure that this penthous

It was time to hunt. ******************************* Eleanor's penthouse was everything I had expected….crystal chandeliers, champagne that cost more than most people rent, and men who looked at me like I was on the menu. "Recently divorced?" The third man in an hour leaned too close, whiskey heavy on his breath. "I have a penthouse in Tribeca. Very... private." "How romantic," I said flatly, stepping away. Three glasses of champagne and two shots later, my grand plan was falling apart.

Brayden and I stepped into the penthouse and Scott shut the door behind us. The penthouse was just as impressive as the building itself – an open floor plan with floor-to-ceiling windows that had a breathtaking view of the city. The living area flowed seamlessly into the kitchen, where a state-of-the-art island shone under pendant lights. Scott made his way to the kitchen, a watchful eye on Emily as she settled to a low table in the living room surrounded by a stack of coloring books and an absurd amount of crayons. The television droned on in the background, tuned to a station featuring a cartoon with brightly colored cats.

Chapter 77 BIANCA’S POV Bernard’s penthouse apartment was almost like Richard’s; the comfy luxurious setting, the large bulletproof glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling and probably the same number of rooms. The only thing lacking in this was that the hotel building wasn’t high enough and as a result, the view wasn’t that stunning.

he asked huskily, trailing his kisses down my neck, and across my throat while he took my wrists to my back holding me still as he lazily trail his other hand along my neck. "I'll give you my submission." His groan made my heart swell, and my body shuddered. I know for sure that there was one room that's been locked since the first time I stayed at the penthouse. I didn't think much of it, thinking it might be their office space for their highly confidential documents or a room for their highly appraised art collection. I've been with my share of billionaires they would have locked rooms so I didn't bother to ask the twins.