High Rise Novels & Stories

If you had told me at nineteen that I’d someday sit in a penthouse overlooking a city where no one knew my name, in a suit costing more than my family’s annual rent, I would have laughed. Not because it was impossible, but because at nineteen, I couldn’t see past the day ahead. Back then, my world was small. I was surviving—one hour, sometimes one breath at a time. That was all I had then. But everything was about to change. My name is Paul. And this is not a luck story.

"Maybe luck is on our side for once. Don't worry, my lady, we're almost there. Just keep moving by taking one step at a time." Her words gave me a spark of hope, enough to push through the discomfort. We dodged through narrow corridors, past closed doors that hid who knows what. My belly made every turn awkward, but Maribel was patient, helping me over uneven stones and pausing when I needed to rest. Finally, we reached the outer fence, a tall iron barrier overgrown with vines. It looked impossible for me in my state because climbing wasn't something I'd done even before the pregnancy. "I don't know if I can," I admitted, staring up at it.

~Jefferson Hoard~ One leg stretched over the glass table, with the city lights glowing beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my latest terrace apartment, I sip my glass of whiskey, enjoying the warmth and calm. The place is silent except for the faint jazz playing from the speakers inside. Then my phone vibrates. I glance at the screen, and it's my assistant, Mara. “Talk, Mara,” I tell her immediately I pick up the call. “Sir… there’s been an update regarding the Caesar Group contract.” She says slowly, and I instantly know it's not good news.

Carson was going to be here any minute and I wanted to make sure he saw my effort. On the first floor of the mansion were an entire swarm of guests, highly distinguished people, CEOs, A-list celebrities and people from my husband's business firms. The air thrived with the sheen and curls of jewelry, fake laughter echoing against the walls of the mansion. I was used to this little facade called wealth, of ladies fake laughing, men bragging about their new line of business, the list was endless. None of it bothered me. All I was worried about was Carson, how would he react when I gave him the news?

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.

“Hey, where are you stumbling off to?” “Jack is taking us out for lunch, so I am off to get some shoes” I told him as I slowly carried on walking. I looked up the stairs and swallowed the lump in my throat. I needed to stop been a wimp and do this. I lifted my left leg and placed it on the first step. “See easy” I told myself as I lifted my right leg and put it on the next step “just keep going till you reach the top, slow and steady wins the race” I kept telling myself as I slowly made my way up the stairs. I finally made it to the top and looked down to see Jack. “I made it” I smiled down at him.

The light in the window of the tall building far away stayed on until all the lights in the entire city went out, it remained on. That light was just one of the hundreds of lights in a top-notch luxury home. Located on the central line of Skyville city, it's a landmark in Skyville, reaching seventy-seven floors. The top floor has three residential units, all bought by a single person, and the owner is the cold and aloof Frost.

Harrier freed the other one, and my arm did as the first. “I don’t think she can move yet. We’ll have to bring her there ourselves; she won’t be able to walk.” “Very well, grab her underarms and let’s go; his Majesty will not want us to make him wait.” Harrier placed his hands under me and dragged me out of the low ceiling cell until he could stand at full height. He then lifted me as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. Harrier wrinkled his nose when the stench hit him but didn’t complain to Shrike or me. He avoided the bottom half of my dress and deftly placed me on his shoulder. I wanted to say ‘sorry,’ but they were responsible for letting that happen. I slumped on him, letting myse

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

"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.