Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I felt a pang in my heart. Maybe I could convince Jones to let me go. I was in too deep into the mysteries surrounding that family. Maybe I could make him see reasons I wasn't a good fit with them. The penthouse was beautiful, like a house from a storybook. I didn't know that there were places this luxurious in New York. The whole neighborhood screamed wealth and luxury. The two-story building had a fully stoned facade topped with a gray slate roof. The exterior was painted white. There were two cars, a jeep and a salon car in the driveway while the winding entrance was tiled and surrounded by neatly trimmed flowers.

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 Pavilion, which was built specif

Penny tried to work but she couldn’t concentrate. She took her handbag and went to Ives Clinton’s Penthouse. He was working at home that day because he was finalizing the project. When she arrived at his Penthouse she looked at him and asked, “Ives, please be honest with me. Do you love me?” Ives looked at his fiancée for a long time and asked, frowning, “Sweetheart, what is going on? Are you having second thoughts about me?”

And it works fine. I'm now on my way to his penthouse, located in an expensive skyscraper overlooking Manhattan. A number of wealthy businessmen have their place here, women like men. The apartment is a paradise on earth, but actually more of a status symbol. Many of the owners hardly spend time enjoying the exceptional view, which is actually a shame.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

>>><<< >>A PENTHOUSE IN NAPLES, ITALY << Somewhere in Naples, a penthouse stood in one of the niches where the rich souls were known to be residing. This penthouse belongs to Rowan and it was the property he was able to recover, and this was where he and his men concealed from the world. Currently, Rowan and Regina just had their third round of sex and Rowan rolled out of her and collapse beside Regina as she smiled satisfactorily at him. "That was great!" Regina sweetly complimented him. "Whatever!" Rowan rolled his eyes as he leans forward to the nightstand and grabs a pack of cigarettes. "When will you learn to love me back Rowan? Don't you see that I'm madly in love with you?” Regina pou

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.

All we want, we get. On getting to my penthouse, one of my men quickly opened the door of my car for me as the driver quickly maneuvred the car into my garage. Taking the elevator to the 65th floor, I quickly entered my condominium as I was greeted by my all my staffs and housekeepers. My four bedroom condo was the most luxurious condominium in the whole of Bel Air. I occupied the 63th to 65th floor while the others were given out. I owned the penthouse so it was my right to rent it out to whosoever I find pleasing. And many celebrities and heiresses would give up their kingdom just to live in the same building as me. You could say that it was and it is everyone's dream paradise mostly tycoo

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.