Life At The Top Novels & Stories

After his death, she had stayed on at the hydroponics facility. “There is not much life for people who return to the surface after being a resident of Underdenver,” she said. “The government is always watching you. Watching, watching. You can never be sure if someone you befriend is really there in your life naturally or if they are there to spy on you. If you try to live a normal life after Underdenver, you will find certain career paths blocked to you, no matter how qualified you are or how many interviews you have. Eventually, you realize that no one ever really leaves Underdenver. It follows you.”

“Barely.” That afternoon, we rode the Tahoe Scenic Gondola. Zenith pretended not to be nervous until the ground dropped away. Then she grabbed my arm. “Alejandro.” “I’ve got you.” “I know,” she said. “I just like hearing it.” At the top, the view stole what little breath she had left. She stood silently for a long moment, then whispered, “I never thought I’d get a life like this.” I turned to her. “You still don’t think you deserve it.”

It just wasn't right. At this moment, we were far from HQ. It surprised me how close they were to main and modern, bustling life but how they themselves were always so secluded and sheltered. If those starting initiates knew how close to a normal life they were, would they take the chance? Still, the life they were living in there was better than the life they'd be forced to live out here. I guess compromises had to be made.

“We have to bend a knee before you accept you as our alpha. We will follow you for what is a wolf without an alpha to lead him.” Lucas flashed a winning smile. He wasn’t expecting them to follow his rules without opposing. “My gift to you all as your alpha will be this,” Lucas said turning to the path that leads to Hilltop. “You will no longer live in the tents. You all can go back to your mansions and enjoy your life. When needed, you will be called upon and we shall gather at the Hilltop.” Shouts of joy escaped their lips. They all cheered praising Lucas for his good gesture. They have all missed the normal life they used to live before Jones subjected them to living in tents close to a ba

But still, who wasn’t up to getting a few more millions of free dollars? As I sat down on this very luxurious seat, overlooking the beautiful view from the top floor of this beautiful resort, with my dick shoved deep in some blonde’s mouth, I felt at ease. I had finally reached the peak in my career and business, topping charts worldwide and appearing in top magazines, I could not have asked for more from life.

Over breakfast actual good food, fresh fruit, coffee that didn't taste like industrial cleaning solution I started to feel more grounded in reality. This was my life now. Not a cell, not isolation, not counting down days. Just normal life. Family breakfasts. Children asking about homework. Von reading the news on his tablet. Normal. The news, of course, was all about me. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS ALIVE: Inside the Conspiracy That Faked Her Death MARISSA CASTELLANO SPEAKS: "I'm Grateful This Nightmare Is Over" FEDERAL CORRUPTION EXPOSED: 68 Arrests in Trafficking Network Takedown

Elena's POV Weeks melted into a serene, almost ethereal rhythm after Victoria and Mark's arrest, the penthouse transforming from a fortress under siege into a haven of unbridled intimacy and rediscovered freedom. The sprawling city below pulsed with its relentless, chaotic energy—honking taxis, flickering neon signs, the distant hum of life in perpetual motion—but up here, in our elevated world perched high above the fray, Alexander and I reveled in the quiet victory we'd clawed our way to.

Lukas looked around the sofa and the hearth, taking in the impossible tableau of their lives. They had started in a subterranean prison cell, two men stripped of everything, bound together by a desperate, half-mad conspiracy of survival. They had fled into the dark, carved a sanctuary out of an unmapped mountain valley, and built an invisible, trillion-dollar leviathan of wealth to buy their absolute freedom. And now, wrapped in blankets and body heat, they were simply parents. "Look at us," Lukas whispered, his voice soft, barely audible over the crackle of the fire.

SADIE. Three Hours Earlier. In my six months of experience, the top people never live in an easy area. They live in either a suite in a penthouse, or some villa seated in the middle of a large area of land covered in forestations to hide themselves properly. Some live in maybe neither a villa nor a suite in a penthouse, but at least a nice house – some building close to what you can call a mansion in a likely neighborhood. Some had to be killed in the middle of their pleasures in a hotel room, but from the building across. You should know the drill but in any case not, read on.

Scar's jaw clicked as he realised the plan was again, postponed, "Besides, now The Sons Of Satan and The Wolves are working together, we should have a party to celebrate!" Scar was not happy. His temporary room was small, simple and plain, it made his claustrophobia scream out in his ears making them ring. His head was pounding and the lack of sunlight entering the room only made things worse. Scar had been right about the clubhouse, it was a 3 story building, only the floors were underground. In a sense, it was a smart thing to do - any unwanted visitors would think it was just a regular bar and a good place to eat some steak. Scar wasn't upset with the room, quite frankly he thought the ro