Penthouse 소설 & 이야기

katara’s watching me with her cool gray eyes. I don’t like this new quiet katara. It makes me nervous, wondering what she’s up to. I like it better when she blurts out whatever she’s thinking as soon as it comes into her head. Even if it really pisses me off at the moment. The penthouse is a large, open room, currently stuffed full of potential donors getting sloshed on free liquor. Of course, it’s not really free—I’m going to try to milk every one of these fuckers for every last bit of support I can get out of them. But in the meantime, they’re welcome to gorge themselves on high-end cocktails and fancy finger foods.

His name is Charlotte. Then the pendant which you have was owned by the owner of this body. This pendant holds great power when you spin the pendant you can use the power of it. It has some conditions. one you can't use it more than three-time per day. second, you can't use this power for more than fifteen minutes. Once the fifteen-minute is over you're not allowed to use this pendant for five minutes. If you try to use the pendant before the five minutes you will die or more than thrice you will even die.

Chapter 12 A Penthouse and a Prison Amara’s POV The Kane penthouse was nothing short of breathtaking. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering city skyline, and the marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. Everything screamed wealth and power, but to me, it felt like a gilded cage.

“And the most interesting part about it is that it has its kitchen in every room and there are about 7 rooms in this penthouse.” “No way..” Michael exclaimed as he stared up at the chandelier and we all looked outside the window. “This is fucking paradise up here, man.. You outdid yourself this must have cost an arm and a leg.” I said and he nodded, and his brows danced in mock surprise. “But it is all fine. I mean I work for a man called “Mr Mateo Caden” so I should be good.” We all chuckled and shook hands. “Y’all freshen up.. We gotta club tonight or do something fun at least, yeah?”

“I have something for you.” I raised an eyebrow. Continue, miss. "It's off-market," Anthonia continued. "A new penthouse suite with Central Park views. There are two floors, complete with a rooftop garden, and a glass elevator. The penthouse is fully smart, and not listed anywhere. Not even whispered about yet." Fuck... "What?" Anthonia’s eyes sparkled. “It’s the new crown jewel. Only five people in the entire city even know it exists.” Now I leaned back. "And you're offering this... to me?"

Alissia POV When we step out of the lift, I’m struck by the luxury of the penthouse, something I hadn’t fully appreciated before. The ceilings soar high above, giving the impression of a private world separated from the chaos below. Enormous floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the city like a painting. Everything gleams—rich hardwood floors, marble accents, plush furniture arranged with an effortless elegance that somehow still feels imposing. Each corner holds some piece of art or sculpted furniture, giving it a sense of timelessness and opulence.

I just nodded as I leaned my weight over the wooden banister that lined the terrace, trying to distract my mind from the writhing I now felt within my stomach. I began wondering about the other girls we’d left behind and figured that the guards would take care of them. I wasn’t sure whether the favor Derek was showing me was to my advantage or not. Somehow, I felt far more secure with the other girls around. Whatever had become of them, I really didn’t have a choice but to move on according to Derek’s pace, because he once again grabbed my hand and pulled me along as Vivienne and Lucas led him to his quarters. “This is one of four penthouses that comprise The

Phoebe The penthouse was a masterwork of surveillance, a crystalline structure designed to monitor every micro-expression and pulse-beat I possessed. For one year, Peter had taught me that security was the absence of surprise. He had treated the penthouse as an extension of his own nervous system, an environment where he was the architect, the god, and the arbiter of reality.

Arman’s pov The city light shimmered far below,a silent chaos sea,but up here ,in the secluded oasis ,there was only the soft hum of high end conditioning and the scent of white lilies. “This is magnificent,son”Papa Said taking in the view of my penthouse. “Thank you father” “Really.I always said I was going to get myself one but never saw the need until now“Simon concurred . The penthouse was a fortress, bought by me not for its luxury, but for its discretion. It was a sterile, high-tech sanctuary hidden in the sky, far from the bloodied streets .