Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

The penthouse was gone. The wood house was still here. Bigger. Stronger. Same yellow. Same 3:17am. Same us. End

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE TRIPLETS. SEE YOU AT THE PENTHOUSE, MALIA. The elevator doors opened onto the sixty-second floor. None of us moved.

“We should leave.” “Or?” “Or I’m not responsible for what happens to that dress.” Heat flashes across my face immediately. “Cillian.” His mouth twitches slightly. “There she is.” The penthouse downtown belongs to one of Cillian’s allies. Luxury pours from every inch of it. Crystal chandeliers. Live music. Expensive whiskey. Dangerous men wearing tailored suits while armed guards stand hidden in corners pretending they’re decorations. Mafia elegance. The second we walk inside, conversations shift. Eyes turn. And suddenly I understand exactly what tonight really is. Not just a celebration. A statement.

New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Tuesday. 8:12 AM. ​The penthouse had stopped being a safe house. Safe houses were transient things, smelling of stale air and industrial cleaner, characterized by a lack of footprints. They were places where you kept your bag packed and your heart guarded. But over three weeks, the transition had been invisible and absolute. Scarlett realized it on a Tuesday morning when the radiator gave a familiar, comforting hiss and the scent of expensive dark roast filled the hallway.

~Candy~ “As you can see, the penthouse is spacious with natural light, swimming pool, and a great view of the city,” the realtor, a middle-aged woman with graceful white hair, says. She gestures around, excitedly. She’s right. The penthouse is perfect for Axel. The square foot, bathrooms fitted with jacuzzi, furnishings, and wide kitchen is absolutely perfect for him. And…for Irina. Axel examines it all, touching the walls, peering into the fireplace.

"Got us a nice place for the next couple days. Dahlia can shop, and I’ll handle some business." Todd clapped his hands, grinning. "Great. So, you two are coming with me, right?" "Nope," Jason and Dahlia answered in unison. "Rude. Absolutely rude," Todd muttered, shaking his head. "Sorry, buddy. This one’s on you," Jason said, shrugging. The Uber pulled up to the building, and they stepped inside the penthouse. It was spotless, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the North Sea.

Bridgette was shocked to see that Uncle August had gifted her with the luxurious Penthouse. When she saw the address, she thought it was a beach house. They took the private lift to the 40th floor. Aunt Bridgette took the set of keys from her bag and opened the door. When they entered the Penthouse, they were greeted by a beautifully decorated open-plan lounge and dining room. The floors were made of wood. Then they walked to the fully fitted kitchen with a marble floor. There was a spiral staircase leading to the first floor. The penthouse had three spacious bedrooms with an en-suite. Bridgette was stunned when she saw a luxurious and spacious master bedroom.

After he passed the scan, the elevator closed. Leah couldn't hide her excitement, she smiled all the way up to the 88 floors. The elevator opened, Leah and Adrian steeped out then walked on the hallway. There was only one door there, Adrian pressed her fingerprint then the door opened. "Welcome to our penthouse!" exclaimed Adrian, showing Leah the luxury interior of the penthouse. Leah stepped in, looking in that empty penthouse with sparks on her eyes. She could imagine her baby would playing near the window while watching the cloud above them. Adrian hugged Leah from behind,

Then she placed her trembling fingers in his. The moment their skin touched, her breath caught. Heat sparked through her veins, dangerous and unwanted. He closed his hand firmly around hers, leading her inside as though she were already his possession. And maybe she was. The Penthouse The elevator doors slid open to reveal Ethan’s penthouse — a space so vast and opulent it didn’t feel real. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the New York skyline, glittering like a sea of stars. Marble floors gleamed, modern art hung on the walls, and a grand piano stood in the corner as if waiting for some tragic symphony to be played.

I rolled my eyes, making him laugh. Thirty minutes later, Liam pulled into the parking of an enormous glass giant. For some reason he looked pretty pleased with himself, wearing a stupid grin all along. "So which floor is yours?" I asked as we climbed into the elevator. "The penthouse," He answered, his grin stretching wider. "Of course," I rolled my eyes. "The penthouse," "What is with you and money?" Liam demanded quizically. I shrugged nonchalantly and he took that for my answer without asking any further questions. The elevator door opened on the thirtieth floor, revealing an elaborately decorated foyer.