Romans & histoires Penthouse

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

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?"

He lives in this apartment complex called One Vandam and from what I've seen in advertisements, they were hella expensive lets just say that. I stood in front of this beautiful building that was glowing with all the city lights, Nayel locks his car and grabbed my hand like it's the most normal thing in the world making me get butterflies, "Mine's Penthouse B, so the one in the middle" Nayel points as he starts walking us towards the building. I don't really have plenty of wealthy friends nor do I roam around in upper-class gossip girl circles so I was in complete awe the minute we stepped into his penthouse. It's exactly like I

Once we arrived, Zack led me inside, the grandeur of the space overwhelming. The exterior of Zack’s penthouse was a testament to modern luxury, towering above the cityscape with its sleek, glass façade. The building exuded sophistication, with clean lines and an architectural design that blended seamlessly with the skyline. A private elevator whisked us up to the top floor, opening directly into the penthouse.

Though him bringing me here is a big deal, considering he can't even give me his phone number. The elevator opens and my mouth goes ajar. "You live in a penthouse?" Un-freaking-believable! "Yeah," He shrugs. The duplex evokes luxury, particularly thanks to the stunning panoramic view of the city. I allow my eyes to be mesmerised by every little thing. My greed to quench my curiosity takes over, I move and stand near the glazed slide door. He has a pool on the balcony and a garden. I feel Quinn take long strides to my position and settles behind me.

123 Ventura's Towers Penthouse 1430 143 Prestige Avenue Metropolis, ST 010143 It's only now sinking in on me that this is Ventura's tower and that he lives in a penthouse! I felt frozen where I stood, wondering if I should go through with this. But of course, my only options were to continue or continue. I was so brave before, but now that I'm here, will I back down? I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse floor.

he held my hands and we walked together in the cold to the car. We hit the road again_____ --------- I came down from the car and I was puzzled at the sight I saw in front of me. One of the most priceless and deluxe buildings in the whole country. It was the D-hazel penthouse! With lavish amenities, ample space, and views to soak in night and day. Amid the large, open floor, there were stainless steel and top-of-the-line appliances that included smart installations, two wine rooms, an Island kitchen, breakfast nooks, and a connected formal dining room

When the end came, it was a white-hot collapse that left them both hollowed out, gasping for air on the floor of a penthouse that had finally, violently, become a home. The penthouse landline, a sleek, brushed-steel relic that sat on the console by the locked room door. It rang with the specific, insistent tone of an object that had already tried once, failed, and was now back with a vengeance. It was the sound of the world above street level—the world of grand juries, forged contracts, and billionaire uncles—demanding entry into a space that had, for a few hours, been entirely lawless. ​She stirred, and the movement sent a shar

She got out and we walked into the mansion. It was dark and everything was black. Behind the main double door entrance was a grand hall. It was a giant room with stairs on both sides leading up to six different floors; each had their own doors with halls most likely leading to more doors. There was a large, crest shaped window above the door, but it was made of black stained glass. There was a huge candle-bearing chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room just barely enough to be visible. The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space.

He only gives me an innocent look. The penthouse is on the fifty-eighth floor. It has a two-floor with a triple-height living room with views of the most iconic skyscrapers. Its perks with a humongous copper brown kitchen, a balcony, floor wine cellar, built-in Hi-tech appliances, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Mom sent me pictures if I like the interior designs, but these are nothing but boring black and white for me now. “Thanks, Edmund. I can take it from here,” I thank him, grabbing my two traveling bags with my Bottega Veneta messenger bag. I throw myself to the couch. Exhaustion starts to take over me.