In The Heights Novels & Stories

‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ CELESTIAL HEIGHT HOTEL. Antonio’s Penthouse Office – Night ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ {Enchanted Hills} A heavy storm brewed over the city—Lightning cracked in the distance, and for a moment, it looked like the sky wanted to confess something. Without another warning, rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Antonio’s high-rise office.

Celeste The Hart Enterprises tower pierced the gray morning sky like a steel needle, its glass surface reflecting the clouds that hung heavy with yesterday's rain. I stood on the sidewalk below, craning my neck to see the top floors, feeling as small as an ant preparing to climb Mount Everest. Somewhere in that gleaming monument to success, Killian Hart waited.

It felt like a ghost from my own inner circle had just vanished into the belly of the building. Well, the person might just be one of the residents. This wasn't a private mansion after all , it was Obsidian Heights, a massive luxury tower in the heart of the city where the elite lived on top of one another. It was possible that a business associate or a rival lived here. But my gut, the wolf instinct that had kept me alive in the Shang territory for fifteen years, told me otherwise. I opened the door and stepped out into the night air. I took a moment to stretch my black suit, making sure the lines were sharp and intimidating. The evening breeze was picking up, tossing my hair across my face

The small apple tree that had sprouted at its base during the festival had grown taller, its leaves unfurling toward the sky like hands reaching for the sun. Roots that reach the sky, she thought. That's what Tata always said a tree should have. Roots deep enough to hold fast, branches high enough to touch the light. Maybe that's what we're building too—something that can weather any storm, something that will keep growing long after we're gone. She turned and followed her sister into the warmth of the community center, where laughter and music and the promise of a shared meal awaited them. And somewhere in the valley, carried on the evening wind, she could have sworn she heard her grandfath

She called up her best brusque manner and hitched her laptop bag strap higher on her shoulder, hoping he’d take the hint. “This conversation is getting us nowhere, mister. Now, really, I have to get back to my office, and I’m sure you have somewhere far more exciting to be.” After a long, intense moment, to her absolute relief, he stepped back and indicated with his arm that she should precede him out of the row of seats that led into the press area. Cassandra gritted her teeth and walked past, but, even though she tried to arch her whole body away as she moved past him, she was aware of his height which had to be at least six foot four, the sheer range of him and an enticingly musky smell.

He really didn’t even know if his father would talk to him. Max closed his eyes for a minute, and then he could see the man he tried to be like in so many ways. His father was not as tall as he was or his brother, who was probably the same as him or a few inches shorter. He knew that he was taller than most men. He had shot up a few inches in his late teens after he joined the army.