Tyson Towers Novels & Stories

Jennifer appears and hands me a bottle of water. "Mr. Kane is waiting," she says. I follow her off the plane and into another black car,, and then we are driving through Manhattan, and I am staring out at buildings so tall they block the sun. The car pulls up to a glass tower in Midtown. Kane Tower. His name in silver letters above the entrance. The driver opens my door. I step out onto the sidewalk and look up at the building. Forty-three floors. He owns the entire top floor. The penthouse. Where I will live for the next twelve months, where I will belong to him.

"I watched him bring in a mountain of fresh fruit and high-protein snacks. Does he think Collins is a whole pack? Hahaha!" "Maybe he's just realizing what he almost lost," Tyler mused. "Omegas are a mystery, man." "You think it's the Mason news? Or did Zoe finally fade into the background?" "Let's just hope the peace lasts." Tyler raised his cup. I pulled up to the Silvercrest skyscraper thirty minutes later. Brandon was already at the curb, waiting like a personal valet. "Mr. Hayes, the lot is packed. I'll find a spot around the block," I said, rolling down the glass.

He drove seriously without looking around as if nothing had happened. Isabella pouted and snorted secretly, thinking, "What a cold man!" Half an hour later, the car stopped before a tall building named Celestial Tower. Quinn threw his car key to a lobby manager and walked into the hall with Isabella. Celestial Tower was 68-story. It used to be the tallest building in Astraea as well as the landmark of Northbay. It was located in the downtown area of the city. There were many people and cars. The buildings here were all. The revolving restaurant on the top floor of Celestial Tower was famous.

She was thinking, was she going to be introduced to the board today, she didn't even prepare for any of this. She could tell when they got to the Tn headquarters, it was a very tall building, it was the tallest skyscraper she could find around with the Tn logo; small as it was compared to the size of the building could be seen from far. Evan drove past the entrance just when she thought he was going to stop the car because she saw a car just leave there.

I nodded briefly at grandpa and headed out. ****** I stood in front of the enormous tower that had seventy floors. Seventy floors for an office was too much. Even Vidyut's company had only thirty floors, not even half of what L.I.E.R Industries had. It looked regal though, all covered with black glass. I tried to look to the top but still failed to. The tower building stood unhindered at its place, in its glory. Staring at it all I could say was, "Wow!" Mesmerized, I stared at the building, the area surrounded by lush greenery. Hardly there were one or two companies I knew which were situated around nature and not in between the bustling crowded city.

He gave them a squeeze, letting his strength seep directly into my veins. The driver opened the door. Tyson stepped out first. The moment his shoes hit the pavement, a chorus of shutters went off like machine-gun fire. A hush rippled through the gathered crowd. Tyson Carrillo rarely attended social galas, and when he did, he moved through rooms like a storm that nobody dared cross. Standing over six feet four inches of dominance, he commanded the plaza without uttering a single syllable. Then, instead of marching up the stairs toward the doors, Tyson stopped.

I didn't know that it was possible to make skyscrapers that looked like sailboats. The car slowly worked it's way toward the base of the massive tower of the Burj Khalifa. At 2,722 feet and 162 floors: it dominated the skyline. My neck ached as I craned it backward to see the top, but we were too close and the tower was too tall. The car dropped us off, and Owen and I headed inside the main lobby.

Has headquarters in Burj Khalifa, Makkah Royal Clock Tower, Shanghai Tower, and in the One World Trade Center, in New York, top floor. I almost drowned in my saliva when I read the last bit. For him to actually occupy these skyscraper buildings—and all top floors at that—made me really wonder just how loaded this man was. No wonder my uncle said Pentagon was kneeling before him like a king. Actually, he was even richer than a king if this info about him were to be the basis. I thought Uncle James was also overreacting when he said Mr. Windstorm was the most important man on the planet. I honestly was yet to see this for myself, but judging from what I encountered so far, I was leaning into t

I didn't know that it was possible to make skyscrapers that looked like sailboats. The car slowly worked it's way toward the base of the massive tower of the Burj Khalifa. At 2,722 feet and 162 floors: it dominated the skyline. My neck ached as I craned it backward to see the top, but we were too close and the tower was too tall. The car dropped us off, and Owen and I headed inside the main lobby.

Evangeline parked her car in the parking lot reserved for her. She was currently at Heaven's Tower, a luxurious condo nestled in the heart of the city reserved only for the rich and the famous. Buying a unit in this place cost an entire island! But the best things in life, the comforts, the luxury, the security, the convenience, this place has it all! And Heaven's Tower was not like any other condos with their tiny rooms. All rooms in Heaven's Tower occupied an entire floor. More than one thousand square meters per floor amounting to forty-seven levels in total including the penthouse, which was reserved for the owner of the said condo.