Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV Purity Penthouse Lights glowed from afar, illuminating the entire neighborhood. Purity Penthouse stood on the outskirts of the city on a large property of its own. I'd only heard about it. Never had I stepped foot in it before. As soon as it came into view, my first reaction was an instinctive gasp that left my lips not just from fear, but also shock. The horrible things I’d heard about this penthouse; a house of pleasure, where the gang leaders and the notorious hookers spend the entire evening wasting their lives.

At a glance, the penthouse had six bedrooms total (three downstairs, three upstairs), three pools (infinity edge on the terrace, the smaller pool in Bryan’s room, and the indoor spa pool), a spa, gym, theater, study, nightclub lounge, sky garden, and more. “Wow, the penthouse is huge,” I summarized in my head. Sitting at the dining table, Edward served us some fruit and snacks. “Thanks for the tour,” I said. “The pleasure is all mine,” Bryan replied. “And thanks for last night.” “What happened last night?” Bryan asked, looking at me confused. “You took me to my room when I slept off, silly,” I said while laughing. “Ooh, that wasn’t a problem. Just being a gentleman,” Bryan said.

The accommodation is beautiful, with first and second floors. The living room is rather big, with two sofas facing one other and a 65-inch smart TV on the other wall. WiFi is also available in the accommodation. Behind the sofas, just a few steps away is the balcony from which you can overlook the entire city. This penthouse likewise includes three bedrooms, two of which are the same size and one that is double the size of the other two. They have their own bathroom as well as a television. This penthouse eclipsed the appearance and size of their parents' house, where she had stayed temporarily after her divorce from Scott.

Gale supported me and we continued towards it, he punched in a pass code and the door opened after so we walked right in. The place was so big and beautiful, it had a luxurious view of the whole city at the balcony, a big kitchen to fit a small restaurant. Four bedrooms and three bathrooms, two living rooms. One on the first floor and other up stairs and then a dining and two balcony views. I turned to Gale cause I was so sure of one thing, he hadn't raised enough money to purchase this penthouse. It was too big and so beautiful and comfortable. Gale seemed to notice my look and sighed in a bit of am very much innocent "I didn't buy this place "

He glances out the window as the car climbs toward the penthouse district. She asks, very well where are we going exactly I know we are going uptown but where and what are your plans? What is expected of me? She asks in all earnestness genuinely curious about the what his plans are. As the car drives through the city, Glass towers reflect neon against darkening sky. Val’s penthouse overlooks everything-a kingdom of concrete and ambition. He keeps her hand in his as he answers her questions. The Residences at Rainier Square 58th floor the penthouse. My place has a view that’ll make you forget why you were ever nervous. Plans? Ummm I suppose we start with dinner, conversation. A guest room is

CHRISTOPHER’S POV The last known place that Quinton was seen was at his luxury apartment. Penthouse to be exact. Right now the building has lost all its luxury glam. It took a few days for it to be like this. When we get inside, there is shit on the wall. Literal human waste. We ignore that and head on our way. The penthouse looks ransacked. A couch in the center of the room has been cut in half, the television is smashed and the fridge has been turned over.

Just silence as we rode the elevator up. The door opened directly into the penthouse, and into shark-infested water. Victor's place was obscene—white marble, gold trim, art I couldn't afford to look at, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the Hudson. A dozen people filled the living room in designer clothes and perfect hair, flashing red-white smiley shark teeth. All eyes turned to us when we entered. People moved, shifted, stared. We got sucked into it—a human, breathing mob. Danger. Predators in tuxedos.

Lor‌enzo tur‍ned to me. "‍Ge⁠t​ in the car." "W⁠here are we go‍ing?" "B‍ack to t⁠he Tower," Lorenz‍o said. "The E⁠state is compromis​ed.‍ It’s a crime scene. We operate from‍ the Pentho​use now." The Penthouse. 8:00 PM. The ri​de back‍ was s‌il‍ent. Lorenzo stared out the window,​ wa‌tch⁠ing the city lights blur.