Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

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.

The enemy wasted precious minutes breaking into a shell, finding nothing but abandoned wine bottles and stripped-down electronics. But Serrano’s people were good. Hungry dogs followed blood trails, and Marek’s whispers had sharpened their teeth. By the time the decoy safehouse was breached, Serrano’s scouts were already crawling through alleys, cameras, and traffic feeds, looking for ghosts in the city. Before dawn, they’d caught the scent. Their engines purred low, their headlights off as they ghosted through the city toward Penthouse Seven. Inside Penthouse Seven The place was a cathedral of steel and glass, perched above the city like a predator waiting to strike. Unlike the first penthou

"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

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.

She turned her angry gaze to the Head Detective who tried to avert his gaze. "F-find the culprit." As they left the station that day her husband was already thinking of hiring the best divorce lawyer. Their marriage was based on convenience until he met her niece, Julienne and they fell in love. Patricia was becoming too hostile maybe it was time to leave. ** Penelope couldn't pretend to just be arriving in Foreda. There was no need to when he was going to meet her there. He sent a message to her temporary number with details of the hotel he booked for them and the room number. It was a suite located at the top of the luxurious hotel. It was the Ocean's Green which was aptly named as it over

At least, that would be her story if her excursion were questioned. She noted the absence of video surveillance on the main floor but didn't plant a wire. She only had one left, so it had to go in the perfect spot. She decided to snoop around, so she quickened her pace for the stairs leading to the bedrooms. A glance behind, told her that no one followed. Rifling through her purse for the last wire, she slinked through a doorway, and took a sharp breath, astounded by the posh master suite. A king-sized, mahogany four-post bed covered in red satin, sat centered in the room, surrounded by two matching side tables and a massive armoire. The red satin coverings accentuated the cocoa-colored wood