Tyson Towers Novels & Stories

Always bustling and busy with visitors. But they guarded their city like warriors with a grudge. It wasn’t long before the land started to change and we made it to the Glass black tower. Curt’s voice came through the comm. “Hold formation. Eyes up.” We drove another ten minutes before we saw it. The tower was 59 floors high and full of their highest level panthers and probably a good quarter of the sentinels. Most of the panthers joined the Rinks. They always signed up. It was like a silent right. Unlike wolves who went in small numbers. They went in the hundreds.

They echoed softly as they moved deeper into the darkness, stopping only when the presence filling the room felt complete. It was Tyson. His sharp eyes adjusted easily, cutting through the dimness as if the darkness itself was familiar to him. Standing at around one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, his posture was relaxed—too relaxed for a place like this. He seemed entirely unbothered by the lack of light. After all, he was already used to the person he’d come to see. She was… just the type who kind of like to be a bit mysterious in her taste of things. He stopped a few steps forward and tilted his head slightly.

The imposing structure, adorned with the prominent signage of 'LaDarizza Tower' exuded an aura of grandeur. She stepped out of the car with Bonnie who parted her lips in awe of the place. "Wow. This is really beautiful, ma'am," Bonnie whispered. Getting into the first floor, a uniformed man walked upto them immediately. "Good evening. You're Adira Kensington, am I right?" He asked with a genial smile. "This way, please. Mr. Jared already made a reservation for you." Following the man, they got into the elevator and went upto the seventeenth floor. The tower was quite big. It was among the biggest resorts belonging to the Wyatt Group.

It actually belonged to the president and not one of the Tree's gangsters. "You always seek profit, Enzo. I need to transport the remaining of the Tree syndicate forces in Italy back to North America. Every exit in the country has been blocked by the Di Marco people but I believe you have a way for me. Central Park Tower Midtown Manhattan is yours if you do this for us" My brows furrowed. Central Park Tower was the tallest building in New York and the 15th tallest building in the World. Why would someone throw it out as an offer casually?

I was wearing my blue jean with his black hoodie, I matched it with black converse my hair in a messy bun. "You are perfect," he said. I smiled, looking outside. After some time we finally got to the company. I look outside looking at the tall skyscraper. Wilson And Co written and hung on the front of the skyscraper. "Wow, how many floors is it?" I asked. "50 floors," he said. Wow, nice. "Are you with your dark shades?" I asked.

She narrowed her eyes while she keyed in the man’s name in her search engine. There was a lot of information about Tyson on the Internet. He was the CEO of Osborne Corporation, and he was thirty-four years old. He was married, and he had a child. His son was already ten years old. Osborne Corporation was a company involved in electronic processing, and it was quite famous. It was established in Central City, so it was considered one of the powerhouses in Central City. Collaborating with foreign enterprises was advantageous. Tyson had traveled to Sea City this time because he wanted to attract some investors. Being in Central City’s powerful circle was very useful, and many investors in Sea C

I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my briefcase, and headed inside. I pushed the button for the ninetieth floor of the new One World Trade Center, the tallest structure in the Western Hemisphere. It was built on the same site as the World Trade Center that was destroyed in the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks. My parents had insisted that my offices be there, to signify a new beginning of my life in politics

To Scarlett’s surprise and embarrassment, he pats her head as if he’s petting a kitten. “You’re doing well,” he grins. Scarlett only blushes harder but doesn’t push him away. His smile is addictive, almost unreal. She clears her throat and avoids looking at him. Finally, Ryder pulls up at the driving lot of a skyscraper which oversees the entire city. With over thirty levels, it’s easily one of the most prominent buildings of the country. Scarlett eyes the Tinsel Tower which used to be owned by the Hawkins Group but is now part of Ryder’s empire. The Rochester Firm is also located in the building now, taking up half the shares.

The sleek and imposing structure of The Kelvin Tower stood tall, a symbol of power and success. Tiger took a deep breath as he stepped into the grand foyer of the building, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. It had been many days since he last set foot in his billionaire office, a testament to his accomplishments and the legacy he was building. As Tiger made his way to the executive suite, the hum of productivity filled the air. Employees moved with purpose, engrossed in their tasks, their dedication evident in every step. The aura of ambition and innovation enveloped the surroundings, a testament to the empire Tiger had built.

Houston Tower! Carved magnificently in brush script with a shade of blue and a shadow of light gold. A name towering a 50-floors 7-star accomodation. Paramount during the day when the sun beamed its rays to its supreme name. Picture perfect at twilight when its silhouette covered the resting sun. Magisterial at night when it towered and lit the whole city. Lori gasped for her first experience settling in a business class cabin, for riding a luxurious limo, and for sitting beside these three gentlemanly refined young men.