Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

“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.

Thirty floors of steel and glass where rich people go to hide from the world. ‎ ‎”Perfect.” ‎ ‎Tehe driver pulls into a private entrance. Underground. Away from cameras and curious eyes. ‎ ‎"Elevator to the left," he says without turning around. "Penthouse access. Take this envelope.” ‎I took the envelope. The phone. Step out into the concrete tomb of the parking garage. ‎ ‎The elevator is waiting. ‎ ‎Of course it is. ‎ ‎I press the button for the seventeenth floor. The doors close with a whisper. Smooth jazz plays. Soft melodic instrumental by saxophonist Kenny G.

Vance growled low, stepping between Kaelen and the private elevator entrance as the heavy steel doors of the penthouse foyer let out a dull, pneumatic hissed groan. LEVEL 38... LEVEL 39... LEVEL 40. PING. The elevator car arrived. The heavy steel doors began to slide open into the pitch-black penthouse.

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

The first person offered three hundred million as his price, attached to a "when can I see it?" I couldn't help the spread of my lips into a smile. That was reasonable. High enough to show seriousness, but not high enough to excite me. Then the second offer came in. "Seven hundred million for the penthouse. A three hundred million bonus... if you'll have dinner with me." My heart stopped beating at that point. Who the fuck? I clicked on the username, and sure enough, it was encrypted, masked behind layers of security. No profile picture. Just that single message.

I enter the elevator and press the 'P' button the lady told me to head to. As I get out of the elevator, Ancient Greek-themed doors approach me. I knock on it and wait for some time. The doors slide open, but I'm shocked when nobody is behind them. It must've been opened automatically. Technology tolerates either immediacy or laziness. The story is wide and so luxurious. Silvery Greek-looking sculptures stand in the corner of the hexagonal room and there are trophies and certificates on a big glass shelf. 'P?' It stands for 'penthouse,' I guess. I walk to a small door with basil leaves engraved on it. I knock again until it opens. I step in over the threshold, leaving the door open so light

Inside, however, she was mocking Timothy's state. "So here we are, Ladies and gentlemen, our famous penthouse!" Hendrick said while showing everyone the colossal space and pointing to the beautiful view from the living room balcony. "Not bad," Earl Duran remarked. Melissa had the same praise, but Jake Hall compared, "The Diamond Hotel Plus has a better penthouse, although they don't sell the unit. They only have it for rent." Pete and Arthur nodded casually. They did not express any enthusiasm but did not discredit the penthouse either.

replied Amanda. Both Rachel and Amanda proceeded to the penthouse, located at the top floor of the 50-storey condo building. The only way to the penthouse was through a private lift lobby, built only for the penthouse residents "Before we go in Ms Amanda, you'll need this." said Rachel as she handed Amanda the penthouse keys. "Thank you."replied Amanda as she unlocked the doors and entered the penthouse with Rachel. The penthouse was a single floor, three thousand five hundred square foot sheltered land of luxury. Marbled floors of the highest quality, chandeliers at the ceiling of the living room, a high tech, open concept kitchen was just the start for Amanda.