On The Rooftop Novels & Stories

I frowned at them. I looked at them again but they just threw their sweet smiles at me. We continued walking reaching the top floor where we held parties just right after the whole song was finished. I was confused looking at the entire rooftop view. It's not a usual view here in Hills View Paradise. I stayed where I was before turning and stepping back when someone spoke into the microphone.

He was staring at the wardrobe — at whatever darkness had crawled out of it with her father’s keychain. “We need to leave this room,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Now.” He reached for her hand again — slower this time, gentle in a way that stole her breath. But before their fingers touched— A floorboard above them groaned. Both froze. Another step. And another. Someone — or something — was walking on the third floor. Jace’s eyes widened. Ava’s grip tightened around the key. The footsteps stopped directly above them. Room Thirty-Three. Ava felt the word before she thought it.

I convinced him to finally go home and rest for the day, but I also knew that him being alone after this wasn’t the best option. So by the time evening fell, I had everything ready. On the rooftop of the building of Rosemary Atelier, strings of warm lights draped like stars come down to rest. Jasmine candles glowed on the table, their scent drifting on the cool night air. A small speaker played vintage jazz softly, the kind that slowed the heart without asking permission. I had texted him an hour prior: Get to Rosemary. Come to the rooftop, I’ll be waiting. When he stepped onto the rooftop, the city behind him burning with gold and amber, he stopped short.

I wanted to see his face crack behind all the masks he had on. The wind hit hard when I reached the rooftop – because of course I took roof access, I just had to. He had enough snakes placed in the comfort of his lobby – snakes that if I came in contact with, it would literally be a death sentence. But I learned to slither, too. And I was done being fucking nice. I was done playing damsel in distress. The rooftop garden was empty the moment I stepped foot in. Several glass railings lined the small space, minimalistic furniture’s laid scattered in strategic places. Cold steel glinted in the sun, and green ivy snaked the corners of the room. The view of Manhattan from here was so high that it

The roof access door swung shut behind them and the festival noise dropped away like a held breath finally released. Rain came down in thin cold sheets, the kind that didn't bother announcing itself, just arrived and committed. The rooftop stretched out in every direction… a maze of satellite dishes, ventilation units, and transmitter arrays that glowed faintly in the wet dark, pulsing in rhythms that had nothing to do with the music from the plaza far below and everything to do with Echo's signal amplifying itself through every connected device in the tower's infrastructure. The city spread beyond the roof's edge in smeared neon, beautiful and burning, forty floors of ordinary life going on

He wasn't wearing his tactical gear today, just a black buttoned shirt with rolled sleeves that showed the scars on his forearms and a look of quiet, dangerous patience. "I’m busy, Antler," she muttered, not looking up. "Zayne wants the logistics for the safe house to move by morning." "Zayne isn't the one you're running from." He walked in until he was standing directly behind her chair. Rose held her breath, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a force that tensed her whole being. "Rooftop," "I have work—" "Now." She was sitting on the rooftop, fidgeting her fingers around her dress anxiously, praying that would

I was the Underworld Queen who held their lives in the palm of her hand. Extreme fear brings absolute submission. "You did good, Sterling." I stood up and tossed the iPad onto the couch. "You're dismissed. I need some time alone." "Yes, Miss Ricci." Sterling bowed deeply and quietly slipped out of the room. I pushed open the doors to the rooftop garden. The breeze hit my face, carrying the damp scent of Lake Michigan. The place looked brand new. The shattered glass and blood were completely gone. You couldn't even smell a hint of the copper stench from before.

I could hear the clinking of glasses and chatter from downstairs, but I decided to go upstairs instead, to the rooftop. I met some people on the stairs, making out. I ignored them and made my way to the rooftop. Surprisingly, I saw several people there. Scattered in small groups, most of the people on the rooftop were chuckling and drinking under the moonlight. I started looking for Keto in the crowd, but could not find him. Then, I noticed a keto-shaped figure. His position was somewhat detached from the crowd. He was standing all the way at the top, staring out into the sky.

When Roman pushed open the rooftop door, a rush of winter air greeted them. Tessa stopped short. Everything still looked the same. Like no one had been up here in ages. The fairy lights glowed softly. Near the centre of the rooftop sat the makeshift bed layered with thick blankets and pillows. Tessa looked around slowly, taking it in. “Looks like nothing changed. No one comes up here?” she asked quietly. Roman shook his head, slipping his hands into his pockets as he watched her absorb the space. “The rooftop is for us only,” he said. Then his voice softened. “But tonight… you’re going to share something with everyone.”

“Not a party. Just… us. Acknowledging that it happened. That we’re not there anymore.” He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “What do you want to do?” She thought about it. About all the places that had defined them. Penthouse. Warehouse. Courtyards. Clinics. Hotels. Balconies. “Outside,” she said. “Stars. No walls.” He smiled faintly. “I can manage that,” he said. *** The rooftop was technically off‑limits. Insurance reasons, according to Dima. Which meant it was perfect.