Penthouse Romane & Geschichten

he sneered, checking his watch again with an impatient flick of his wrist. ​"I want the penthouse in the Santa Monica Estate, the one with the private elevator and the ocean view, or I want ten percent of the shares in that entire property development transferred to my name tonight," I said, picking a number that I knew would sting because he had spent years working on that project.

Thirty floors of steel and glass where rich people go to hide from the world. ‎ ‎”Perfect.” ‎ ‎Tehe driver pulls into a private entrance. Underground. Away from cameras and curious eyes. ‎ ‎"Elevator to the left," he says without turning around. "Penthouse access. Take this envelope.” ‎I took the envelope. The phone. Step out into the concrete tomb of the parking garage. ‎ ‎The elevator is waiting. ‎ ‎Of course it is. ‎ ‎I press the button for the seventeenth floor. The doors close with a whisper. Smooth jazz plays. Soft melodic instrumental by saxophonist Kenny G.

Dawn came too soon. I dressed plainly, in a new mini dress I had gotten during the week, clevage out in the open, a small scale wounded around my neck to hide the fading marks, and headed to the Pack house. Guards nodded me through—Silvercrest ones, of course. The penthouse was guarded. Father had never lived in the penthouse before. He had been planning to give it to Simon and I when we got married. Simon, that bastard... It was breathtaking. The penthouse in the middle of no where. Made with black granite. Floor-to-ceiling windows and a jacuzzi just by the entrance.

Aria’s POV Purity Penthouse Lights glowed from afar, illuminating the entire neighborhood. Purity Penthouse stood on the outskirts of the city on a large property of its own. I'd only heard about it. Never had I stepped foot in it before. As soon as it came into view, my first reaction was an instinctive gasp that left my lips not just from fear, but also shock. The horrible things I’d heard about this penthouse; a house of pleasure, where the gang leaders and the notorious hookers spend the entire evening wasting their lives.

Haven’t you gotten the clue yet? He presses some key and unlocks the door. His penthouse is huge, modern with cozy furniture, stairways in the middle to the second floor. It has floor to ceiling windows that offer the perfect view of the skyscrapers around the city. “This view is magnificent. It feels like you’re on the top of the world.” I take a deep breath despite my unforeseen disappointment. “I chose this penthouse because of this view. There were lots to choose from, but this is the best one.” He comes closer behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He inhales my hair and kisses my head.

I asked, my voice still a little hoarse from disuse and injury. He turned to look at me, his expression softening when our eyes met. "My penthouse," he said simply. "It's in Tribeca. Fully secured building, private elevator that goes straight to my floor, twenty-four-hour doorman. No one gets in without clearance." I nodded slowly, processing this. Of course his penthouse would be in Tribeca. Of course it would be fully secured and luxurious and everything I'd expect from Orion Konstantinos, one of New York's most successful businessmen.

Evelyn Scott straightened, intrigued. His features flooded with curiosity. “I own a penthouse downtown. Left over from my… previous life.” I said it casually. I hadn’t set foot in the place in years, but it was still there, waiting for a new tenant. It would be convenient to put it to use here. “It’s fully furnished,” I continued. “And it’s discreet.” His eyes narrowed. “And you’re offering it all to me?” Despite the greed I had seen flash in his eyes, I had to give him credit. He at least seemed skeptical when perfect opportunities were dangled in front of him. It made me wonder how his initial conversation with Emma had gone.

she asked, like she was trying to smooth over the moment. "The penthouse. On the 124th and 125th floors. It's the tallest residence in New York City." My tone stayed aloof and remote. If she wanted to be cold, I could match her with ice. I didn’t miss the way she hesitated, her steps slowing just a fraction. It was sinking in now. The sheer height, the exclusivity, the magnitude of it all. Still, I led the way, my actions automatic, more duty than warmth. If she needed time, she could have it.

ANASTASIA When Denver said he had a surprise for me and wanted to show me what no other woman had seen before, I didn’t expect it to be this luxurious penthouse that I’m staring at with tears at the brink of my eyes. I pause my breathing for a moment; the beauty puts a halt to every breath flowing through my lungs. And my mouth drops open. This is the most flashy and glamorous penthouse I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched how beautiful and fancy the High Rise is in movies but never stepped into one before. It’s been my dream house, and I can’t breathe well knowing that I’m staring at one.

Gerald replied. "Our baby," Ariana corrected. She didn't like it when Gerald referred to the fetus in her womb as 'this'. As if the fetus were an inanimate object. Apparently, Gerald didn't take Ariana to the apartment but to a luxurious penthouse. The penthouse was built on two floors with four rooms inside. Luxurious, spacious, and comfortable. That was the first impression Ariana got when she entered Gerald's penthouse. Its kitchen had complete equipment, almost like Ariana's restaurant, and even with more expensive cooking utensils. Not to mention a swimming pool on its terrace. Axel would sur