Penthouse の小説・ストーリー

They kissed and he finger-fucked her at the danced floor while their bodies still clothed glued with each other. Later in the night, they decided to retire to another extravagant location—the penthouse of a Xu Towers Hotel franchise. This penthouse is nothing short of opulent, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. The plush furnishings were adorned with rich fabrics and exquisite details, creating an ambiance of sheer luxury. seated with him.

Rose said as she leaned towards Jessica. Jessica took a sniff at her hair and moaned approvingly. "That smells divine Rose, and your hair feels softer than before. That shampoo would do wonders for my hair." "I know right? I couldn't even read the label because it was not written in English." Rose said mournfully. She had forgotten to ask Wayne where he had gotten the shampoo from. "So after you had a shower did you go home or he wanted you to finally finish the show?" Jessica inquired. "You would never guess what Jess; he has a penthouse at the top of his building. So it's a separate home just for him. There's even a private elevator that only a few people ca

Once they were in, she asked, “Where are we?” “Home.” The look she gave him was one of confusion and she wanted him to explain more. “We can’t live at the hotel forever, right? So, here we are. At my place. And your home for now.” His penthouse was at 60th floor. He was a director in the board of the company which has built the building. The view of Central Park from up here was worth every dollar he had spent. He had converted all the four penthouses into one and now he ruled the 60th floor. Oh, money could get such pleasures.

All we want, we get. On getting to my penthouse, one of my men quickly opened the door of my car for me as the driver quickly maneuvred the car into my garage. Taking the elevator to the 65th floor, I quickly entered my condominium as I was greeted by my all my staffs and housekeepers. My four bedroom condo was the most luxurious condominium in the whole of Bel Air. I occupied the 63th to 65th floor while the others were given out. I owned the penthouse so it was my right to rent it out to whosoever I find pleasing. And many celebrities and heiresses would give up their kingdom just to live in the same building as me. You could

She would gladly let Lucas lock her up in here, forever. “The Penthouse,” Maxwell said, his voice dropping to a reverent tone. “Ten thousand square feet of interior space, plus two thousand square feet of wraparound terrace. Private pool on the west terrace, a kitchen to be designed to the owner’s specification, room for a private screening room, a gym… it is, frankly, the most significant residential property in the city.” Val walked to the windows, her heels clicking on the floor and echoing around the walls. The view was unbelievable. Imagine looking through this at night. It'll be absolutely magical. But…

He kept looking back at the road, hoping to see just one shadow, someone's presence. The penthouse was located in a high-rise building in one of the more secluded parts of the city. It had private elevators, reinforced security systems, and soundproof walls. The moment they stepped inside, all of their nose filled with the scent of the building, the air fresening agent, the welcoming smell that made you want smell it forever.

A single word text: **<< IN. *** **ROSSI PENTHOUSE - SKYLINE CITADEL** The penthouse wasn't empty. Two guards in Rossi Security black patrolled the opulent, corpse-like space where Silas had been kept. Their boredom was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the shadows of the service entrance hallway where Harlan and Winters waited.

I do not answer, because I do not know. The penthouse is a graveyard; that is the only way I can describe it. It is expensive, perfect, designed down to the smallest detail, and completely unused. The kitchen is spotless because I never cook. The dining table is empty because I never sit there. The bed is too large and too cold, and I sleep maybe three or four hours on a good night, sometimes less, and sometimes not at all. The office couch has become more familiar than my own room.

Inside, however, she was mocking Timothy's state. "So here we are, Ladies and gentlemen, our famous penthouse!" Hendrick said while showing everyone the colossal space and pointing to the beautiful view from the living room balcony. "Not bad," Earl Duran remarked. Melissa had the same praise, but Jake Hall compared, "The Diamond Hotel Plus has a better penthouse, although they don't sell the unit. They only have it for rent." Pete and Arthur nodded casually. They did not express any enthusiasm but did not discredit the penthouse either.

Adrian Pov We arrive at the Petrov penthouse, a building that stands tall and cold against the Moscow skyline. It is a display of power, of wealth, to the man who rules it all. The elevator ride up is slow. The air is still, silent. The doors open, and I am in his world. The penthouse is all polished concrete, steel, and glass. There are no personal touches, no warmth. The guards are a silent, intimidating presence. I am led to the living room, and there he is.