Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

That includes Theresa Nalila and her golden boy, Ron. I switch on my task-only mode and secure the line to the building’s rooftop. My ascent is swift and silent, my body moving with the fluid grace of someone who’s spent years training for the worst-case scenario. The city spreads out below me—a sea of people completely unaware that a war for their financial security is being fought just above their heads. Once I climb onto the rooftop, I become nothing more than a shadow. My steps are quick, avoiding the loose gravel of the old warehouse roof. The skylight glows with warm amber light from below. I slide to my knees to sneak a glance through the reinforced glass.

“Have you heard it? I have another case going on. It’s about slavery and human trafficking— ” "We've heard that," Magnar quickly interrupted Tiverius, "You're always late for gossip." His eyes widened and he ignored Magnar. It just stared at him as the three of them were on the rooftop, ventilating and holding a bottle of beer. The rooftop of the towering building was his favorite of all. From his vantage point, he can see the overall view of the entire city. In the beautiful flash of light at night until the cold wind that struggles to embrace his person wrapped in darkness and emptiness.

The timer read: **01:03. “Last one,” Grant said under his breath. “Has to be.” The doors scraped open, revealing— Sky. Or what passed for it here. We stepped out onto a **rooftop platform**—flat concrete, fringed with broken safety rails. Above us, the neon‑bruised clouds churned, swirling in corrupted loops around the central tower’s spire. We were near the very top now. The beacon tower we’d seen from the ground loomed in front of us, a skeletal structure of metal and cables rising from the rooftop like the ribcage of some colossal beast. Panels of dead holo‑screens hung askew from its sides, some still sputtering half-images.

A concrete raised bed surrounded the lowered centre of the rooftop and in them were tall shrubs and small trees giving the rooftop just the right amount of greenery. The rooftop had Garden Lamps as it's lightning. It's flooring comprised entirely of Rubber Pavers save for the concrete raised bed area. At one end of the rooftop's centre was a tufted loveseat velvet, with matching pillows, it was literally the only furniture in the rooftop leaving the rooftop terrace mostly bare.

I followed his scent up to the top floor and then through the hatch onto the roof. It was summertime but the air still had a slight chill to it. I felt the cool breeze on my face as I climbed through the hatch so I pulled my cardigan tighter around me before carefully wandering along the edge of the rooftop and sliding down to where Max sat perched just before the gutter. "Who's watching the kids?" was all he said as he stared out over the forest. There were four stories to this house so we were above the treetops, with a clear view of the mountains and lakes, despite the fading daylight.

Tamine’s POV Five Years Later. The Chicago summer night was perfectly clear, the sky a deep, bruised violet against the glittering lights of the skyline. I stood on the rooftop terrace of the newly completed central pavilion in the South Side. A warm breeze swept off Lake Michigan, rustling the heavy silk of my dark emerald evening gown. Below me, the streets were alive. The pedestrian walkways were packed with people, string lights illuminating the open-air cafes and local storefronts. The terraced, decentralized housing blocks rose seamlessly into the city grid, their solar arrays absorbing the last rays of the setting sun.

Even if they have small quarrels from time to time, it's not enough for them to be ruined. "Yeah, yeah, I'll take your advice." Patrish munched on her popcorn. "Guys..." Hera called the attention of everyone. "Hmm?" "Why?" They are all looking at Hera, who is holding her phone. She showed it to them and said it with determination. "Let's eat ice cream!" .... "Man, this is great!" Warren shouted as he made a funny walk while holding his ice cream cup. They are now on the rooftop of the mansion. It's no ordinary rooftop with an empty floor. It is designed to be used for stargazing and midnight fresh air.

The rooftop looks incredible... Well, every part of this house looks incredible so the point is moot anyway. There's a rectangular table right in the centre made of stone and rough, dark chocolate wood which has a rectangular fireplace, covered with strong glass in middle which adds an elegant touch to the rooftop. Lilac coloured sofas paired with dark chocolate pillows occupy one edge and opposite them is cantilever umbrella under which are two lounge chairs, whose colours are an artistic mix of lilac and white.

Tiled rooftops stretched into the distance. The police station was two blocks away. He could see Dom and the others in the roof across the way. "I'm here.... Are you ready?" "Ready and waiting", Dom replied. "Come on over". Once in place, the cranelike exoskeleton rarely moved its enormous podlike feet. That being the case, they were locked into position. Palo released the safeties, assured the machine's onboard computer that he done so intentionally, and stepped out onto the street. His right foot snagged the top of a steel fence, ripped fifty feet of out out of the ground, and sent workers running for cover. The machine operator grinned. Building stuff was fun, but so was tearing it down.

Rooftop. Ava looked at William as soon as the door opened and before her eyes was the most beautiful scene she had seen in a long time. She took slow steps into the space and looked at William. "When did you have time to do this? I was with you the whole time!" She asked, surprised as she looked at the setting. It wasn't anything extravagant, just some blankets, candles to light up the place and some beers. "I know i'm sad and all but i'm not planning on jumping," she teased as she walked to the edge and just looked at the beautiful city lights. The scene was peaceful and that was something she really needed.