In The Heights Novels & Stories

The first bus comes at 5:52 and I'm standing at the stop seven minutes early, shivering in the morning cold because I don't own a coat nice enough to match this dress. The trip takes almost two hours, three buses, two transfers, and traffic inching along while the city wakes up. I watch it change outside the window, with old houses, apartment blocks, then towers that shine like they don’t belong to the same world as me. Hale Industries is the tallest one. Hugely mounted like monument worth billions. It’s more than fifty-two floors of glass and steel. It looks like it’s daring the sky to do something about it. I stand across the street and stare up at it. My neck craned all the way back. My s

Just freedom waiting to be hunched over. My hiking coach fell off the cliff and died when I was sixteen. I stayed hooked to the rock, birds swarming over me, and air furling around my boots. Help came at midnight, after I had ogled Mr. Hugo’s corpse for hours. Since then, I’ve avoided heights like a plague. “I can’t,” I shudder. The fence is fifteen feet, maybe more. “I-It’s too high.” “You can join Hugo in the afterlife or man up."

Bella POV The elevator doors opened on the forty-second floor of Sterling Tower, and I stepped into what would be Hart Worldwide's North American headquarters. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Silverton's skyline, and directly across the street, like a dark monument to everything I'd survived, stood Black Tower. Caleb's kingdom, looming over mine. "Mommy, it's so high up!" Tom pressed his face against the glass, his grey eyes wide with wonder. "I can see everything!"

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The third day of the "New Era" arrived not as a challenge, but as a meditation. I stood on the roof of the Arts Tower, the highest point of our decentralized kingdom, watching the morning mist roll off the Hudson like the breath of a waking giant. At this altitude, the frantic pulse of Manhattan was reduced to a rhythmic, low-frequency hum a sound that no longer felt like a countdown. For the first time since I was a child in Geneva, the silence didn't feel like a predatory pause; it felt like a foundation.

We were having a gathering before graduation. My girlfriend and best friend were getting congratulated by the whole class. They had gained guaranteed spots into the campus' top course's postgraduate program. I was sitting in a corner, staring at the Hertford University offer that would ensure I went straight to my doctorate. I hesitated on making a decision for three days just for my girlfriend. Howard Herbson, my best friend, turned to me. He had a look of pity and condescension in his eyes as he said, "How about your job hunt? Don't worry. Not getting into the postgrad program isn't the end of the world. The lab's requirements are ridiculous. "It's going to be near impossible for you t

“White Moonlight… I didn’t know that there was still somebody else that you yearned for. How come I’ve been unaware of it all this time? Let me see who he is…” Tiffany became anxious. Tanya would be back soon. She could not let him ruin it. She got up, wanting to retrieve the phone from him. However, he was too tall. She could not even get hold of the phone even if she stood on her tippy toes and stretched her hand out. He just held the phone high up, appearing quite smug about it. Feeling the vast difference in their heights, she became deeply upset. She decided not to try to snatch the phone back. She then put her hands on her hips, looking quite ferocious and angry. “What are you doing? H

IS SOMETHING UP THERE? "Shut up!" Creed dodged his question this time. "It's none of your business!" ~HE HE HE, YOU ARE A PECULIAR LAD, TONIGHT IS VERY LONELY, I JUST WANT TO TALK. CAN WE TALK?~ Creed said nothing and kept climbing. The tree was somewhere around 150mt. and he wanted to reach the stable branches that were at 100mt altitude. He gritted his teeth and increased his pace.

'The wormhole is up there. I knew it was here somewhere.' He looked pleased with himself, a smugness creeping into his features, despite the fact we had a whole army of very pissed-off Angels on our tail. 'You expect us to climb up there?' It was high. Really fucking high. I didn't have any particular fear of heights, but I also didn't spend my days hoping I could climb up the tallest bookcase in existence without a safety harness. He had to be kidding about this. Had to be . I stared at him with a hope that died a quick death as soon as I saw the look in his eyes.

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.

Ryan didn't care since he prefers to stay at this wing with the lovely twin rather than meeting an annoying person every day before going to sleep. With the total three levels, the two wings are connected by a single, long hallway. The highest level is exceptionally for educational and work-related purposes only, such as the library and office. While the rest are left unused. The middle one consists of bedrooms and guest rooms. And the ground floor is the living room, kitchen, gym, and other necessities.