Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

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.

This top floor of ‘Amor Palace’ was consisting of only 2 penthouses, each of which occupied half of entire floor, one penthouse belonged to Ethan knight while another one was of some billionaire from foreign country. As Ethan reached near his door, he merely press his right hand thumb finger on small finger print scanner mincing that was attached in place of lock to unlock his door. Once in “LIGHTS” Ethan said in his growling voice and his entire penthouse got lighted in bright pearl white lights but Ethan didn’t even bothered to spare glance at it, he simply moved towards his master bedroom and straight into shower room. Ethan took long hot shower bath to relax his aching muscle from last p

Madelyn leaned in, her eyes as wide as coconuts. "Penthouse, to be precise," Aeliana corrected. "He did this for me too," she said, showing her wrist covered in gauze. "Oh my god..." Madelyn breathed heavily. "I can't believe this," "Yeah, to be honest!" Aeliana exclaimed. "Me neither! 'Cause you know where his penthouse is!?" She asked, raising her voice. Gulping, Madelyn looked at her. "Where?" She whispered, eyes wide as plates.

Martin told her Stephanie smiled beautifully and kissed him, “Thank you!” “Anything for you!” Martin said to her as she hugged him tightly They spent 2 hours visiting the three penthouse and Stephanie told Martin she liked the last one, the one near Golden Gate. It was a three story penthouse, has an elevator and huge outdoor area, swimming pool on the second floor and garden on the top. It is bigger than their current penthouse.

“And the most interesting part about it is that it has its kitchen in every room and there are about 7 rooms in this penthouse.” “No way..” Michael exclaimed as he stared up at the chandelier and we all looked outside the window. “This is fucking paradise up here, man.. You outdid yourself this must have cost an arm and a leg.” I said and he nodded, and his brows danced in mock surprise. “But it is all fine. I mean I work for a man called “Mr Mateo Caden” so I should be good.” We all chuckled and shook hands. “Y’all freshen up.. We gotta club tonight or do something fun at least, yeah?”

I just nodded as I leaned my weight over the wooden banister that lined the terrace, trying to distract my mind from the writhing I now felt within my stomach. I began wondering about the other girls we’d left behind and figured that the guards would take care of them. I wasn’t sure whether the favor Derek was showing me was to my advantage or not. Somehow, I felt far more secure with the other girls around. Whatever had become of them, I really didn’t have a choice but to move on according to Derek’s pace, because he once again grabbed my hand and pulled me along as Vivienne and Lucas led him to his quarters. “This is one of four penthouses that comprise The Pavilion, which was built specif

I inched my middle finger at Denzel, mumbling an ‘and you, let's go,’ as I walked away, headed for the elevator. Staring at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator, I couldn't help but let myself actually let out a noise of surprise. The penthouse was on the thirty fifth floor, which was the top floor, and we were on the thirty fourth. Wow…that was a lot of floors. Denzel, rightfully, took the liberty of pressing the button of our floor's and the elevator doors shut noiselessly, letting out a little ding when it was secure enough to start moving.

He looked doubtful for a moment but led her to the penthouse lift—he had the grace to look apologetic when her name was received in the affirmative and the lift doors opened on cue. ‘Thirty-fifth floor is what you need, ma’am. Have a good evening!’ Alex pressed thirty-five and prepared to part company with her stomach—she didn’t like lifts, but this one turned out to be painless. And on the thirty-fifth floor it opened directly into Max Goodwin’s penthouse.

Kieran set his duffel on the bed, his gear case in the corner within arm's reach of where he'd sleep, and stood in the middle of the room for a moment taking stock. Six months, he told himself. This was a job. A complicated, proximity-intensive, very attractive no. A job. ✦ ✦ ✦ He spent the first hour doing what he should have done the night before a proper sweep of the penthouse in daylight. Every room, every closet, every window latch. The penthouse covered the entire top floor and was laid out in a rough L-shape: the main living area and kitchen across the wider arm, and the home office, master suite, and guest rooms along the narrower one. There was a rooftop terrace accessible through a

Chapter 9: The Devil's Contract Melanie's POV The penthouse was obscene. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Marble floors were so polished I could see my reflection. A kitchen with appliances I didn't know how to use. Three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a terrace with a view that probably cost more per month than most people earned in a year. "This is too much," I said, turning to Damien. He stood by the entrance, checking his phone with that same cold, controlled expression he always wore.