Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

Just a short bio: “Successful businessman seeking one elegant evening with a beautiful, discreet woman. $10,000 cash, one night, my penthouse. No strings beyond that night. Serious inquiries only.” Ten thousand dollars. Rent caught up. Groceries. Maybe even a couple months of breathing room. One night. One man. Fifty-two years old, he said in the message. Respectful. Generous. I told myself it was just sex. I’d had worse for free with my ex. I typed the reply three times before I could send it. Yes. I’m interested. When? His answer came back in under a minute: Tomorrow night. 8 p.m. The Grandview Penthouse. Suite 2401. Wear something simple. No underwear if you’re comfortable. I’ll make it w

The elevator doors slide open with a soft, expensive ding. Drakon steps out first, his gun drawn. He sweeps the hallway—marble floors, modern art, silence. "Clear," he rasps. His voice sounds like it’s been dragged over broken glass. We are in a penthouse. Fifty stories up. The city spreads out below us, a grid of amber lights and darkness. It belongs to Silas, the lawyer. A safe house for high-end clients who need to disappear.

he replied. Jerson sighed. He followed Harvey all the way. Outside the penthouse was a pool. The penthouse was a three-story building and most walls consisted of clear transparent glasses. On the rooftop was an organized green garden. Jerson brushed his hair as they entered the living room. There were lots of unfamiliar and new faces that were sitting all over the place. He put on an indifferent expression. “I thought it would only be you and your boss. Why is it so crowded?” he asked Harvey.

The largest banquet hall was on the lower level, while the others were scattered on different levels. The building was sixty-two stories tall and had three hundred and seventy hotel rooms. Three of the hotel rooms were penthouses, taking up six levels. Each penthouse was two stories high and had three to four rooms. One of the penthouses was for my personal use, but I rarely stayed in it unless I had to. Nyko didn’t respond after that, but I hadn’t expected him to. He tended to cut off a conversation whenever I mentioned work, often complaining that I only cared about work. Technically, he wasn’t wrong because I rarely left my office.

Miss always busy with work is hanging up her stilettos and spoiling her man! The elevator opens on the thirty fifth floor. Directly to his penthouse that is filled with dark green walls. Dark woods and floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline. A perfect bachelor pad. I can’t wait to renovate it. I take off my heels walking inside to hear moaning coming from within his home.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 The St. Regis penthouse was no longer a sanctuary; it was a war room.

“Man, that’s so determined of you. I’m starting to adore you. You must really love this person eh.” “I do and if I have to catch a grenade for him, I will.” “Anyway, I have to tell you something.” “What’s that?” I asked. “You mentioned you are checking every single penthouse?” “Uhm, yeah. I’ve already checked ten of them.” “Well, I hate to share this information to you but not every penthouse here will tell you about their tenants.” Ozzy revealed, and I just didn’t know how to feel about this information. “Wh-what do you mean? Is this like a confidentiality thing?” I asked, blatantly confused about the situation. I tried to calm myself, but I’m already beginning to feel something inside.

‎🔞 ‎Nora’s POV ‎Mikhail’s Penthouse – 9:02 p.m. ‎The elevator doors seal behind me with a hiss that sounds like a cage snapping shut. ‎I step into his kingdom. ‎The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and shadow. ‎City lights bleed through floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering carpet of diamonds thirty stories below. ‎The air is cold, crisp, laced with cedar and gun oil and the faint bite of his cologne that used to live on my skin.

However, I made a mental note to reply once I got home. I was thinking about moving out. There was this penthouse that had just come on the market, ridiculously expensive—Like every property I own, but it was a fine masterpiece, one good enough for me and Ashley. The penthouse was on two levels with bulletproof windows, a private elevator, and a plunge pool suspended over the edge of the building. The kitchen was fitted with custom black marble flown in from Italy. The wine cellar could hold over a thousand bottles of all my favorite liquors and was fully temperature-regulated.

I replied. I took a deep breath and forced my feet to walk into the room. I could hardly believe what I was seeing when I was in the room. The penthouse is so beautiful, big, and luxurious. There are three luxurious bedrooms, three baths, two powder rooms, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room that doubles as a ballroom. And there is also a swimming pool with an exquisite outdoor garden. I could see the entire City of New York with its beautiful lights from the large glass window in the room.