High Rise Dystopian Novels & Stories

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

Since going back to sleep was out of the question, she started scrolling through her notifications, hoping to at least pass the time. Her I*******m feed was the usual mix of posts from friends, influencers, and random pages she followed. She stopped at a picture of her high s cute girl named Chloe, on vacation. The girl was posing in front of a waterfall, her caption reading: *Woke up to this view! Can’t complain!* "Must be nice," Sophia muttered, double-tapping the photo before continuing to scroll. A few posts down, she saw a picture of Katrina—the last person she wanted to think about this early in the morning. The girl had uploaded a selfie with a few of her friends, captioned: *Some of

Daisy spoke while giving Charlotte a look of disgust. “Shocking aye, who knew that working out causes us to sweat”. “Men do not like women who look sweaty”. God how wrong she was, I loved the sight of her sweaty and wanted to be the cause of her sweat. I watched Daisy push her away while adding extra sway to her hips. God she was so delusional. I went back upstairs to wash her scent off me. When I got back downstairs Ryan was in the kitchen packing up a sandwich and placing it next to a coffee in a takeaway cup.

It gutted me each time because she shouldn’t feel the need to hide it and to pretend that she was fine. Storm had a bit easier than Octavia did when it came to understanding the nature of a Phoenix wolf because this wasn’t new to her. It had been seen and experienced before in a way that we couldn’t easily comprehend. It wasn’t the first time that Storm was called to risen. And it wouldn’t be the last time. To rise. To fall. To lose. Then to repeat the cycle over and over again. That truth was difficult to comprehend, to wrap my head around. Neither Creed nor I could possible conceive what that sort of eternity was like.

The Macro-City: The Heights of Sector 1 They emerged on the other side, collapsing onto a rain-slicked rooftop in the high-rent district of Sector 1. The contrast was staggering. Here, the air was scented with artificial jasmine, and the "Giants" walked past with glowing neural-links, oblivious to the fact that a few blocks away, a million souls were being choked out of existence.

Within minutes, the view count skyrocketed from thousands to millions, sparking a tidal wave of comments that flooded social media from Jakarta to Cannes. The trailer opened with suffocating cinematography—a luxurious mansion that looked more like a gilded prison, cloaked in gray shadows. A minimal yet haunting score accompanied the scene of a woman standing in the rain, being cast out by a man whose face was deliberately obscured, yet whose gestures felt eerily familiar to the Indonesian public. “You’re nothing but a script I’ve already finished reading,” the actor’s voice rang coldly—uncannily similar to Dewangga’s tone whenever he belittled others.

The hybrid child inside Alex’s swollen belly kicked harder with every distant explosion, as if the chaos fed it. Alex crouched on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise in Victoria Island, one hand pressed to his heavy, rounded stomach, the other gripping a scavenged rifle. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only steady things left in the world. His body was a storm of mutation and need—the fertility drugs and alien influence had left him in a state of constant, humiliating arousal. His cock strained against his torn tactical pants, leaking steadily, his hole slick and clenching with every kick from the child.

“I need food. That’s what I need. Preferably without an audience or a murder match.” Honestly, Dax’s apartment was beautiful, velvet walls, glowing chandeliers, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a royal suite but now I missed my noisy dorm room, my hard bunk, the smell of burnt toast, and my crazy friends who weren’t obsessed with my body temperature or heartbeat... maybe Abigail is but it was better than these men, those girls probably didn’t even dare to visit, this place screamed Elite Territory...Enter and Die. Dax, lounging like a smug prince by the window, tilted his head. “Alright, alright. Riven will bring everything. Breakfast and medicine in bed...see? I take care of my

And there, gleaming in the distance like a cruel mirage, rose the Golden City. From the crest of the final hill, the capital of the High Council looked exactly as it had in my nightmares. Its towering walls were constructed from flawless white stone, capped with sheets of polished gold that reflected the morning light in a blinding, arrogant display of wealth. A massive, shimmering dome of solar magic—the primary Sun-Shield—hovered over the entire metropolis, its golden grid pulsing with a sterile, defensive warmth.

"He's heading straight into the high-end blocks." "Hold it right there," Lina pointed a sharp fingernail at the monitor. "Zoom in on that traffic light." Sophia clicked the mouse twice, the pixelated image stretching across the screen. The silver Mercedes was idling at a red light. In the background, the towering, blinding glass structure of Ichiro Takahashi's new forty-story high-rise loomed like a giant tombstone. "He's going right back to the Japs," Lina growled. "He's just gonna blend right into the rest of the expensive suits down there," Sophia said, watching the car turn the corner.