Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Had he been watching long enough to know things like this? I changed into jeans and a simple sweater, ignoring the feeling that he'd dressed me like a doll before I even arrived. The penthouse was even quieter in daylight. I wandered through it like I was exploring a tomb. Open floor plans. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything white or black or the color of money. There were no family photos, no books with broken spines, no evidence that anyone actually lived here. On the kitchen counter, I found a note written in handwriting too neat to be human.

“You live in the Penthouse?” When Lacey took Jonathan up on his offer to go up to his place, she didn’t expect that he would lead her over to the private elevator. You know, the one that led up to the Penthouse. A million people lived in their apartment building—obvious exaggeration but fifty floors meant that there were a lot of people going and coming—but Lacey had been vaguely aware that the place was owned by a hotshot politician. Honestly? She’d stopped by to listen to the receptionists’ gossip a few times.

The striking pose of the tormented but beautiful nude youth, who was leaning against a truncated tree and bending his left arm back behind his head, made my brows furrow. Furthermore, while my eyes continued the tour and didn't even notice that he disappeared, I could scream an 'oh my goodness' for the magnificent glass wall in the living room. The whole of Manhattan was the view of the penthouse. Wide Italian couches with a touch of a million dollar price each adorned the area. I had dated this ass, but he never showed me this penthouse. I had been in this building when I was a fresh graduate, but I just stayed on the 40th floor, where applicants for an internship were lined up.

At least, she would not be spending her day alone and they could talk, too. She stopped at the place he had asked them to meet. His newly acquired million dollar penthouse. It was her first time here, but she already knew she was in for a pleasant surprise with the place. Kelvin bought the best properties. She was not disappointed, she thought as she walked in. The lavish penthouse living room was filled with the faint hum of the city below. The large floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a stunning view of the skyline. Every furniture here was crisp, every design modern. It was beautiful.

"I want to buy a house in the penthouse, but I need your help. I don't have enough money for the down payment. Would you be willing to lend me the funds, Ava? I promise to pay you back, with interest." Ava's smile grew wider, her mind racing with possibilities. "Lisa, darling, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement. But first, tell me more about this penthouse you're interested in..." Lisa's voice was filled with excitement. "Ava, there's only one penthouse in the whole city, and it's the most luxurious one. It's... it's your creation, Ava. Your masterpiece." Ava's expression was innocent, her voice feigning ignorance. "Oh? I didn't know that. Which building is it in?"

ANASTASIA When Denver said he had a surprise for me and wanted to show me what no other woman had seen before, I didn’t expect it to be this luxurious penthouse that I’m staring at with tears at the brink of my eyes. I pause my breathing for a moment; the beauty puts a halt to every breath flowing through my lungs. And my mouth drops open. This is the most flashy and glamorous penthouse I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched how beautiful and fancy the High Rise is in movies but never stepped into one before. It’s been my dream house, and I can’t breathe well knowing that I’m staring at one.

At times they would make up a story of being out on a trip, while in truth, they were just in town, getting to enjoy the peaceful life away from everyone. The penthouse had three bedrooms, expensively furnished, with white and blue leather seats, matching curtains and expensive chandeliers hanging in the middle and on the corridors to every room. The house had been well maintained for the entire period that she had been gone. Zia was glad they had hired one of the most trust worthy person to take care of her apartment while she had been gone. She hadn't been paid for a while year and half that she had been gone. But on getting back, she ensured to pay her double what she owed her, as a way o

He smiled and gave me a peck on my lips before stepping on the gas. “Where are we going?” I asked. “My penthouse.” He said. “I thought we’re going to eat dinner.” I turned to him. “Babe, we’re eating dinner at my penthouse. You’ll love the view.” He smiled and suddeny I felt nervous thinking that we’ll be alone at the penthouse. “How’s work today?” “Had a lot of stress, but I got the job done.” I answered and my phone rang. I took it out from my bag and it was Josh.

The penthouse level of *The Manhattan Grand* smelled of polished mahogany, fresh white lilies, and quiet, exorbitant luxury. Forty stories above the dusk-lit grid of midtown Manhattan, Penthouse Suite 4001 opened into an expansive living area framed by floor-to-ceiling glass. The city lights flared like fallen stars against the darkening sky, reflecting off the dark hardwood floors and the plush velvet furnishings. The bellman had barely pulled the heavy double doors shut behind them when the quiet set in.