Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

I step out to reach the massive door and ponder if I should just get in with the card. Maybe it’s just for the elevator and doesn’t even work. Biting my bottom lip, I hold the flashy key card to the digital lock above the door handle and jump as the door unlocks with a click. I open the door slowly and pop my head into the penthouse, before stepping into the apartment fully. The entrance is spacious and flooded with light coming from spotlights affixed to the high grey ceiling. As I take a few careful steps further into the penthouse, I get to see the big living room with a large screen and an equally large but cozy looking black leather couch. My eyes wander through the room, admiring the l

As she reached for a towel, her phone beeped, and she picked it up, gazing at the screen. A message from her boyfriend flashed on the screen. "Where are you?" Lisa typed a quick reply. "I'm at the penthouse." “The PENTHOUSE!” Her boyfriend's response was immediate. "How did you get inside?!" Lisa smiled mischievously. "I'm here to help Amelia. Don't worry, I'll fill you in later." As she put her phone away, Lisa's eyes lingered on the luxurious bathroom, her mind whirling with curiosity. What secrets lay hidden behind these opulent walls?

She sarcastically commented rolling her eyes in annoyance. "I need my privacy. You would be surprise how many people tried stealing the key to my penthouse and invaded my room." He answered as the door flicked open. He entered first and Kelsey followed after him. She looked around the place and the only word that she could utter was a, "Wow." His penthouse was magnificently beautiful. It was a two story penthouse with cream walls and tile floors. It was an open space concept, with the ceiling as high as the second floor's ceiling. A chandelier was hanging from above the stairwell illuminating the whole place. The staircase was in a form of spiral and was made out of glass.

‎🔞 ‎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.

I sighed, reaching into my bag and sliding Damian’s business card across the counter. Her expression shifted. A quick call later, and she forced a polite smile. “You can take the elevator to the last floor.” Penthouse level. Showtime. I stepped into the penthouse, the heavy door clicking shut behind me, and immediately felt the weight of its opulence. The interiors were sleek and dark, with polished surfaces reflecting faint glimmers of light. Expensive whiskey bottles lined the shelves, each one more exclusive than the last, their labels shimmering in the dim light. The air had a faint scent of cigars, a lingering trace of luxury and indulgence that clung to the space.

The penthouse felt quiet. Eli walked to the bedroom door and tried the handle. It opened. He stepped into the hallway, surprised. “Cove, you here?” he shouted. “If this is a trap, it’s a stupid one.” He waited. Still no answer. “Guess you trust me enough to walk around now,” Eli muttered. “Or maybe you’re just watching on those cameras.” He started walking through the penthouse. The place was huge. Big open living room with expensive black couches and giant windows showing the whole city.

PENELOPE Liam’s directions were clear—turn right past the entryway, second hallway, third door. But still, I found myself tiptoeing like I’d broken in. Which, technically, I had. Into his space. The penthouse was… quiet. Not dead-quiet, but quiet. Warm lights glowed against the smooth ash-colored walls.

Glancing out of the car window, the skyline revealed a familiar sight, “Isn’t that the famous penthouse?” I asked, my heart beating faster. “It is indeed,” he responded, as the car came to a stop. We climbed down, his hand interlocking with mine, before entering the penthouse where the music pulsed, reverberating through the air. The penthouse was a very uncomfortable place, as I could see businessmen, and drug dealers, who wanted to pipe down with drugs. As I entered through the building, I ignored the guys flashing their best smiles, which weirdly made sweat trickle down my foreheads.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” They entered a private elevator. Alex pressed a button labeled PENTHOUSE. The elevator began to rise smoothly. Ari felt butterflies in her stomach. “Your friend must be really rich,” she said to Alex. Lisa smirked but said nothing. Alex only smiled. After a few moments, the elevator doors opened. Ari stepped out—and froze. The penthouse looked like something out of a movie. The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows showing the entire city skyline. A huge crystal chandelier hung above a modern white sofa. Expensive paintings decorated the walls.

“ Look, I will admit this is very clever and all, but I am not visiting all three women. I will visit the woman with the highest test score. And if I see what I like, I will Play along.” “Sounds good to me bro, I thought you would say that. Penthouse 1800, 18th floor." Geo went in the direction of the elevators…