Penthouse Novels & Stories

With these helicopters, life is quite easy, so much fun. Adrian takes me by the wrist and leads me towards the entrance of this glamorous penthouse. It's much more beautiful than the ones I've been seeing online, a special architectural design with golden light shining from inside, portraying an effect which is grand and unique. The green environment surrounding it makes this place fit to be called a park. "You want to keep my visit a secret from your parents, right?" "Yeah," he accepts with a nod of his head. "Wouldn't they know with all of these guys witnessing our visit?"

“Adequate, meaning that you think it’s overpriced.” “I didn’t say that,” he stated and handed the phone back to her. “I know seven and a half million is a lot, but it’s a steal because it’s on the fifteenth floor. The building is twenty floors so this penthouse has a good view. And there is a doorman and someone at the front desk twenty-four hours a day and twenty-four hour maintenance.” “Meaning there are HOA fees,” he stated flatly. “Well, yes, but it sounds like it might be worth it,” she said lightly.

But then the limousine slowed, and the moment passed. "We're here," he said instead, nodding toward the penthouse that would be her home for the next three hundred and fifty six days. The penthouse stood high above Manhattan, a monument to wealth and power. Isabella had seen it countless times, of course everyone in New York knew the distinctive silhouette but she'd never been inside. Never imagined she would live here. The car pulled into a private underground garage, where a uniformed attendant immediately appeared, opening the door with practiced deference.

She sarcastically commented rolling her eyes in annoyance. "I need my privacy. You would be surprise how many people tried stealing the key to my penthouse and invaded my room." He answered as the door flicked open. He entered first and Kelsey followed after him. She looked around the place and the only word that she could utter was a, "Wow." His penthouse was magnificently beautiful. It was a two story penthouse with cream walls and tile floors. It was an open space concept, with the ceiling as high as the second floor's ceiling. A chandelier was hanging from above the stairwell illuminating the

he replied. Jerson sighed. He followed Harvey all the way. Outside the penthouse was a pool. The penthouse was a three-story building and most walls consisted of clear transparent glasses. On the rooftop was an organized green garden. Jerson brushed his hair as they entered the living room. There were lots of unfamiliar and new faces that were sitting all over the place. He put on an indifferent expression. “I thought it would only be you and your boss. Why is it so crowded?” he asked Harvey.

Panni murmured, a faint, almost imperceptible smile of victory touching the corner of their mouth. They arrived at the penthouse twenty minutes later. The space was enormous—a cold landscape of marble, polished steel, and floor-to-ceiling glass that offered a spectacular, but isolating, view of the city’s lights. It felt less like a home and more like a minimalist, golden cage designed for CEOs who had forgotten how to be human. Panni walked straight to the second-floor suite, not bothering to offer Jinyan a farewell glance. Panni tossed the briefcase onto a chaise lounge and immediately initiated a secure, encrypted voice call with a trusted financial ally.

Glancing out of the car window, the skyline revealed a familiar sight, “Isn’t that the famous penthouse?” I asked, my heart beating faster. “It is indeed,” he responded, as the car came to a stop. We climbed down, his hand interlocking with mine, before entering the penthouse where the music pulsed, reverberating through the air. The penthouse was a very uncomfortable place, as I could see businessmen, and drug dealers, who wanted to pipe down with drugs. As I entered through the building, I ignored the guys flashing their best smiles, which weirdly made sweat trickle down my foreheads.

“You’re out of your mind. I can’t move in today. I have to get all my stuff in order. And not to mention my mother. I don’t even know where you live.” “Delmore Tower.” “You’re kidding me.” That was the most exclusive residential property in all of New York. The waiting list to even view the place was like two years long. Only the crème de La crème of society lived there. “But who am I kidding, where else would you live? Any other place would be a shoe box compared to that place. And, of course, you live in the penthouse.” When he didn’t laugh at my joke my smile slipped from my face.

Cat POV Two hours later The Penthouse I didn’t even flinch when the elevator dinged open into Eilidh’s penthouse. Been here. Done that. Still wasn’t over how damn bougie it was though. Open floor plan, sleek marble, soft lighting. Aesthetically? Sexy as hell. Practically? Even better, six fucking bedrooms.

Set it on the bed between us. “I bought a penthouse,” he said. “Outside the city. Quiet. Private. You’ll live there for the next nine months.” I blinked. The words didn’t make sense at first. “What?” He opened the folder. Showed me glossy photos—modern glass walls, infinity pool on the rooftop, sleek minimalist furniture, panoramic views of hills and sky. It looked like a magazine spread. Like a dream home. Except it wasn’t. “It’s better this way,” he continued, voice even, reasonable.