Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

It seemed as if an explosion had just occurred in Vivian's head after she finished reading the entire text on the paper, and even her legs gave way to support her as her bottom finally hit the cold marble floor. Her hand that was still holding the paper trembled violently, and her blue eyes widened at the paper. "What... what does it mean?" In disbelief, she asked the question “There is only one exclusive penthouse at Golden Roof Apartment, and it was the place where I served the mysterious man several times. But, how can this document say that Steen Dahl owned the penthouse?” Recently, Vivian had kept getting surprises, but this time it was the one that surprised her the most. She wasn't st

During the time when the doors are being closed, I dive inside and lean against the icy metal rail outside. I am completely clueless about the floor I am currently on, but it is irrelevant. I activated the button. The words "PENTHOUSE LOBBY" flash on the screen as the arrow pointing downward is illuminated above the entrance. Once more, I cast my gaze upon the floor panel. Forty-five floors in total. Taking a deep breath, I lean more heavily on the railing and the wall at the same time. A person who commits multiple murders must not reside in a penthouse, right? Do you agree?

It's been an hour of driving before we reached the place, we met the agent of the rental penthouse and settled the payment. I look around the place and I found out that the penthouse is located in a tall building and across the front has also a tall building. We ride on the elevator to move my things in the penthouse, my room is located on the 15th floor. I open the door, and I was amazed to see the room. It was really gorgeous. This is 3 times bigger than my room. We came in and put the box down, I turn around and saw an expensive piece of furniture. Its color compliment the color of the wall.

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.

"I flipped through the file, scanning crime scene photos, a perfunctory autopsy report, and witness statements that seemed suspiciously sanitized. I didn't need someone to tell me not to read more: I f I wanted real answers, I'd have to dig with my own hands. I slipped on my coat, tucked the file under my arm, and stepped out into the dim, troubled evening. The address led me to a penthouse. The penthouse was a shrine to expensive silence—glass, leather, and the faint trace of old money. I was there for the footage, but the man who owned the place wouldn’t even glance at me, let alone access it. I'm standing on the sidewalk across the street, collar up against the wind, watching the top floo

“One: you move into the penthouse tonight. My house. My rules. Two: you walk out that door right now. By tomorrow every account your mother ever touched will be frozen. Your phone, your cards, your fake ID, your dealer’s number, gone. You’ll be sleeping on the subway with the rest of the runaways. so Choose wisely.” Her pulse hammered in her throat. She had exactly $47 in her pocket and a duffel bag of black clothes in a Midtown locker. Her friends were broke. Her mother had burned every other bridge with fire and vodka. She spat on the polished marble floor between his Ferragamo loafers. “Fine,” she hissed. “But I’m not your prisoner.” Saint smiled slow, cruel and devastating. “That,” he sa

A single word text: **<< IN. *** **ROSSI PENTHOUSE - SKYLINE CITADEL** The penthouse wasn't empty. Two guards in Rossi Security black patrolled the opulent, corpse-like space where Silas had been kept. Their boredom was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the shadows of the service entrance hallway where Harlan and Winters waited.

Cat POV Two hours later The Penthouse I didn’t even flinch when the elevator dinged open into Eilidh’s penthouse. Been here. Done that. Still wasn’t over how damn bougie it was though. Open floor plan, sleek marble, soft lighting. Aesthetically? Sexy as hell. Practically? Even better, six fucking bedrooms.

"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.

I could tell he had questions, like what the hell was my relationship with Leon but he kept his mouth shut because none of it was his business, I stood there watching the doors close behind them, the hum of the elevator dying out. The penthouse was huge, with these huge floor-to-ceiling windows that made the city look like it was right there in the room. I poked around a little and I found out that there were two bedrooms off the main room, the big one taking up most of the space, the other one smaller and kinda tucked in the corner. But I wasn't here to just look around. I needed a shower badly because I hadn't really cleaned up since Leon had fucked me and I could still feel that mess on m