Penthouse Stories Novels & Stories

Of course he was. My father never came to people. People always came to him. Including his own son. I grabbed my jacket and followed. ******* The penthouse occupied the entire top floor of one of the most expensive buildings in Manhattan. Security stood outside every entrance. The elevator required private authorization. The view alone probably cost more than most people earned in a lifetime. None of it impressed me. I had grown up around wealth. I knew what it really bought. Control, power and silence. The doors opened.

The house was bustling with activities. I was running around trying to make sure everything was in place. AXE Construction has just completed its biggest project ever. It was 57 storeys apart from the penthouse apartment skyscraper in the middle of the city and we were going to be moving into the penthouse. I loved this place and I didn’t want to move but there was no way to stop Atticus because he was very excited and proud of that place.

Set it on the bed between us. “I bought a penthouse,” he said. “Outside the city. Quiet. Private. You’ll live there for the next nine months.” I blinked. The words didn’t make sense at first. “What?” He opened the folder. Showed me glossy photos—modern glass walls, infinity pool on the rooftop, sleek minimalist furniture, panoramic views of hills and sky. It looked like a magazine spread. Like a dream home. Except it wasn’t. “It’s better this way,” he continued, voice even, reasonable.

“I have something for you.” I raised an eyebrow. Continue, miss. "It's off-market," Anthonia continued. "A new penthouse suite with Central Park views. There are two floors, complete with a rooftop garden, and a glass elevator. The penthouse is fully smart, and not listed anywhere. Not even whispered about yet." Fuck... "What?" Anthonia’s eyes sparkled. “It’s the new crown jewel. Only five people in the entire city even know it exists.” Now I leaned back. "And you're offering this... to me?"

I paused, letting the question sink in as she shot me a deadly glare. I continued, my voice low but unwavering. “Because I heard that the penthouse takes up the entire 90th to 110th floors. It’s worth 200 million and was recently purchased…by someone who clearly doesn’t need to flaunt it to prove their worth.” I held her gaze, a slight smirk playing on my lips as the reality of my words sank in.

*** Vanessa's POV Five days had gone by since Tyler Cook's fall from grace made headlines in a small way, when Vanessa Johnson poured a Burgundy wine to a deep crimson in her glass. Her penthouse suite could have been a monument to cold-planned perfection. White walls carried artworks that were pricier than many homes. Her floor was of highly polished black marble. It felt like the air itself had always been special because of the high-end candles wafting through it, carrying with it the promise of a prize to be won. At the tall height of 30 stories above the beating heart of the city itself stood the Harrison Enterprises skyscraper. It stood out in a cold, giant, twelve-story slab in the di

The car pulled up to Zephyr's penthouse building. It was one of the most expensive addresses in Lysandria, fifty stories of luxury overlooking the city. Zephyr's penthouse took up the entire fiftieth floor. When he walked in, it felt strange to be home after so long. Everything was exactly as he'd left it. His furniture, his books, his art collection. Like he'd just stepped out for a day instead of disappearing for eight years.

“You remember that fancy tower job I sent you to last year, Amelia? Similar kind of deal. Confidentiality agreement, nothing wild.” Millie froze. Last year. The penthouse. The kiss. The sex. The sudden silence. Her stomach twisted like it had been waiting for this moment to sucker punch her. Clara elbowed her under the table. “Wait... this isn’t another Mr. Fancy One Night Stand situation, is it?” Millie shot her a look. “Please shut up,” she muttered. Clara grinned, unbothered. Bert didn’t notice—or pretended not to. “This place is in Hillcrest Heights,” he said, tapping the paper. “Real exclusive. Big property. High-profile owner. Doesn’t want attention, just a clean house. May and Rufus w

Chapter 9: The Devil's Contract Melanie's POV The penthouse was obscene. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Marble floors were so polished I could see my reflection. A kitchen with appliances I didn't know how to use. Three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a terrace with a view that probably cost more per month than most people earned in a year. "This is too much," I said, turning to Damien. He stood by the entrance, checking his phone with that same cold, controlled expression he always wore.