High Rise Dystopian Novels & Stories

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

A world where no one could hurt her again. Her thoughts burned with anger, with resolve, as she lifted her head. The street leading to Rafael’s estate stretched before her, a road paved for men who had never known hunger or desperation. She watched as luxury cars passed by, their sleek black bodies gleaming under the streetlights. Inside, she caught glimpses of sharp suits, glittering jewelry, expressions of power and privilege. They were untouchable, gods in a world where she was nothing more than a speck of dust.

As I leaped onto a rising shelf of white stone, the world of the pod bay vanished beneath a shroud of thick, purple mist. I climbed. My fingers bled as they gripped the porous, sharp edges of the bone. My lungs, so weak only an hour ago, were burning with a new, frantic strength. Every time I thought I would slip, a gust of wind would catch me, pushing me upward as if the mountain itself wanted me at the summit. I reached the High Ridge. It wasn't a dream. I could see the Spires of the Architects in the far distance, their lights flickering and dying as the Bone Cathedral’s energy drained the grid. But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold.

Rick POV I am so high up, an ordinary person wouldn’t see what is under this building. But I’m not ordinary. My vision is one of a kind, so I can even see rats, and also ants. This is the tallest fucking skyscraper in this lousy city. Well, it’s not Burj Khalifa, or Taipei 101, or not even close in height to New York’s Empire State Building, but when you got a job, you have to make the best of it.

Due to the extreme severity of her crimes, she was sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately. She did not appeal and said she was willing to atone. After that, I never heard any more news about her, nor did I try to find out. To me, they were nothing more than a shadow along the road of my life. Ahead of me, a far better future was waiting. … A year passed in the blink of an eye. At Renaissance Capital, I gradually secured my position. One day, at a financial summit, I met a newly hired analyst named Anne Sterling.

"I was passing through Level Three when I saw her. She was sitting with the slum children, singing to them. Just singing, like the world hadn't ended. Tell me how I'm supposed to walk away from something like that." I took two steps back and forced my voice to stay steady. "So I'm the one who pays for it? Shipped off to the Level Three slums to live her life for her?" Level Three was lawless and volatile, the kind of place where survival was never a given. People disappeared there without explanation. Rhett's expression tightened. "Don't be dramatic, Nora. It's not a sacrifice. It's a temporary arrangement." Before I could respond, a knock came at the front door. He was already moving toward

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

The front pages of various financial newspapers were filled with jarring pictures of Stewart Enterprise’s office building being sealed up. What followed was an exclusive report of Eternatus’ newly-promoted senior manager, Jansen Griffin. Crash! A cheap wine glass shattered to pieces on the greasy floor. Wanda was all curled up on a torn and tattered couch in a dimly-lit rental apartment. Her bloodshot eyes were staring at a photo in a news report. Hatred churned in her stomach. “It’s him! He destroyed me and ruined everything I had!” Wanda took a huge gulp of alcohol as she cursed under her breath.

He flipped over the wall to the other side. He could hear the policemen shouting at him, as they didn’t expect that he would do that. The wall was relatively tall one, so they couldn’t scale it. They back track around to the main gate and try to cut off his escape. He dropped down into a building, to his surprise the compound was very wife housing many connected-story buildings. The connected story buildings were like estates that was built by the government, where the government workers would stay during the working hours. They call them connected because the whole compound is controlled and monitored by a single A.I, and the buildings were built very close to each other.

Xavier raises an eyebrow before responding, “did your brother not saying anything to you about coming here?” I begin to think back to the moments leading up to waking up in the opulent bedroom. That’s when it hits me. I begin to get flashbacks of the attack. Suddenly I find breathing to be difficult. My head begins to spin. I feel so dirty. I want to rid myself of the clothes on my body and burn them. I want to shower until the water runs cold, in hopes that the water can cleanse my skin. I begin to see stars, and collapse onto the ground in hysterics.