Tyson Towers の小説・ストーリー

Avita then moved her head to stare at the Phoenix tower, which resembled the other tower, known as the Dragon tower. She said with a smile, "Then let's head in and check the place." That was the response Lucilla had been hoping for, and she eagerly drew Avita towards the Phoenix Tower for a tour. The famed twin towers were penthouse apartments for the 1% of the wealthy who could afford to spend enormous money. Unlike other places where Tom and Dick may stay, this place was unique. Only after receiving a reference place from a prominent tenant on the tower would one be eligible to stay there.

he announced with a hint of pride. Kourtney turned to look out the window, and her jaw dropped. “Holy…” she whispered Her eyes were wide as saucers, unable to tear her gaze away from what was in front of her. She’d seen pictures online, but they hadn’t prepared her for this. It was… gigantic. Monstrous. Bigger than she ever imagined. Eighty floors of sleek, modern architecture stretched into the Melbourne sky. A beast of steel and glass that dwarfed everything around it.

“I’m glad.” Zachary went back to driving and stopped in front of the tallest skyscraper in the city which seemed to be one of Zachary’s properties. It wasn’t here before. The tallest was supposed to be the one we passed by earlier. This one was new and all it had on the front as a sign was the massive and cursive letter K embossed with gold. Out of all the signage, of all the colors I saw around, this ‘K’ here seemed to shine the brightest. Zachary opened the door for me.

The empire had grown. Lucian Moretti noticed it every morning when the elevator doors opened onto the top floor of Moretti Tower. The building itself had become a landmark in the financial district—forty-eight stories of glass and steel cutting into the skyline like a blade. When Lucian first commissioned it years ago, critics had called it excessive. Now competitors called it inevitable.

I realized we were heading toward the downtown financial district, the towering skyscrapers growing larger as we approached. Minutes later, we pulled into a private underground garage beneath what I recognized as Carter Tower—the tallest building in the city. "Your office?" I asked breathlessly, my pulse racing with anticipation. "The penthouse," he corrected, pulling me toward a private elevator that required his fingerprint for access. The moment the elevator doors sealed shut, Aiden pounced on me again. He tore at my clothes with ruthless efficiency, not caring about popped buttons or torn fabric. "Aiden!" I gasped as cool air hit my exposed skin.

It was time to reclaim control. He drove downtown through the streets of Velmore. The Toriaga headquarters rose ahead: a sleek thirty-story tower of glass and steel in the financial district, the company name etched in silver letters above the entrance. Security nodded as he passed through the revolving doors; the lobby was empty except for the guard and the soft chime of the elevators.

The skyline of the city was a jagged comb of light and shadow, but the Vance Associates tower stood like an obelisk of cold, unyielding obsidian. At 2:00 AM, the glass facade didn't reflect the moonlight; it seemed to swallow it. For Ethan, standing in the shadow of a concrete pillar across the street, the building wasn't just a masterpiece of modernist architecture—it was a monster that had raised him, and now, it was the vault holding his future hostage.

Ready to conquer. The tube is packed, as always at 8 a.m. I fight my way to Canary Wharf, London's financial heart, where towers of glass and steel pierce the gray sky. The Black Tower dominates everything: 70 floors of black marble and tinted glass, a monolith that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. I've read articles about its architecture, designed by a Swedish designer obsessed with brutal minimalism. "A building that inspires fear and respect," Black once said in a rare interview.

Simon Hayes arrived at Stewart Crown Resorts late Monday morning. The moment he stepped through the glass doors of the towering headquarters, he looked around with the kind of confidence that belonged to a man who believed every door should open for him. He had been to many corporate buildings before, New Age Finance was impressive in its own way, but Stewart Crown Tower carried a different weight. Everything about the building spoke of power. The marble floors, the quiet luxury, the disciplined staff. The towering glass walls that reflected Crystal City’s skyline like an empire carved out of light.

So she cannot say 'No' for two weeks straight. She smirked as an idea formed in her head. "Pack some clothes for Iris. I will take her with me. She will be my stand in until I could recover" she suggested. Candace frowned. "I don't think she will agree" she muttered. Natasha huffed. "She doesn't have to" Natasha replied with a calculating glint in her eyes. ..... Obsidian is the residential tower of 56 floors which the Knights group built under one of their projects. This tower is in the center of the city, and almost only millionaires reside there. Xavier has a penthouse villa in the tower on the 56th floor with 6 bedrooms.