On The Rooftop Novels & Stories

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.”

Ate says and exits the rooftop. ---

Now who the hell fell from the rooftop? top?

Colton grinned and nodded, he stepped forward, motioning with his hands for her to step forward which she did, walking side by side with him towards the elevator. The two got into the elevator and pressed the button, heading up to the top floor where the rooftop was located. Soon, the arrived at the rooftop and Colton fawned over the view granted by the tall building stationed in the well developed area of Los Angeles, while Roxanne walked over to the railing and allowed one of her hand dangle out while the other held onto her plastic coffee cup, taking small sips from the beverage every now and then.

No matter where we would be in our lives in the future but I would never forget that this was my first time and he made me feel like I was some sacred stone that he was touching for the first time and just in awe and respect. "We would be on the p*rn site tomorrow morning," I mumbled against his chest. "What?" He asked startled. "We had sex on the rooftop, I won't be surprised if someone has recorded our video or something." I giggled and he laughed. "We are on the 58th floor of the building which is restricted for everyone for tonight and we made love, not sex." He spoke brushing my hair. "Why here? We could've you know... done it in your mansion or the penth

I didn’t want to remember how easily he had used me and moved on. I replied before I could overthink it: Me: Okay. I’ll come. The rooftop party was loud and overwhelming. Music blasted from speakers. String lights twinkled overhead. People laughed, shouted, danced wildly. Some couples were already making out shamelessly in dark corners. The city skyline glittered below us, beautiful and indifferent.

When we reached the rooftop door, Blaze paused, glancing at me. “You know,” he said, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness, “aren’t they going to notice if a couple of strangers show up at their little rooftop party?” “You underestimate Reagan’s need for attention,” I whispered to Blaze as I pushed open the door to the rooftop. The scene before us was as grandiose as I expected—Reagan had clearly outdone herself. The rooftop was transformed into a spectacle of glittering lights and ostentation. Strings of golden fairy lights crisscrossed the open space, casting a warm, luxurious glow.

I felt like such a voyeur, hiding in the shadows and gapping at my young neighbor. I could feel myself almost rooting for him to strip off his underwear so I could see him totally naked, but to my disappointment, he walked out of my view and I assumed he also was going to go shower. "God he looks good enough to eat!" I thought to myself as I slipped back into the bedroom to get myself dressed. As I mentioned, the condo consists of two towers. The rooftop of one tower is the pool and the other tower holds the garden and pea-patch. I decided to enjoy the rooftop garden and I put on a pair of tennis shorts and a halter top with my favorite strappy sandals and headed up to the roof to weed and t

Aaron said quietly, not looking at her. Natasha kept her eyes on the glowing numbers above the door. “I don’t trust easily anymore.” “Fair enough.” The elevator opened onto a wide rooftop terrace enclosed by glass walls. The night air was cool and clean. From up here, the entire district spread out beneath them like a living painting. Strings of warm lights crisscrossed between buildings. People moved along the streets below—some laughing, some carrying bags, a few couples walking hand in hand. It looked almost peaceful.

It was quiet up there, a place where people went to escape the noise of the cafeteria or crowded hallways. He pushed open the heavy door at 11:02, the warm midday sun hitting his face as he stepped out. The rooftop was mostly empty, save for a few scattered benches and some potted plants the gardening club had abandoned. Aaron was already there, leaning casually against the low railing overlooking the sports field. He wore a fitted black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze. Even from a distance, his presence commanded attention—confident, magnetic, dangerous.