Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

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.

– Rooftop The rooftop was a wind-whipped wasteland, the helipad’s floodlights casting harsh shadows across the gravel. Mamá was zip-tied to a chair in the center, her hospital gown flapping, her face bruised but defiant, her eyes locking on us with a mother’s fire. Victor stood beside her, a pistol to her temple, a tablet in his other hand, its screen glowing with the micro-drive’s timer: 00:04:02. A transmitter dish hummed beside him, wired to the hospital’s antenna array, enough to blanket the city. “Spitfire,” Victor purred, his voice carrying over the wind, blood crusted on his orange jumpsuit. “Kane. Kid. Right on time.”

he exclaimed. Cassian added, "We're standing on the rooftop right now. By right, it should be bright and sunny here." "Well, that's not weird at all. The grape vines here are practically overgrown. That's why they blocked out the sunlight," Zoey replied. "But don't you think the vines are a little too overgrown?" Cassian continued, "The rooftop is quite vast. Under normal circumstances, there should be at least rays of sunlight spilling through the gaps here and there. But not only is the sunlight missing, but this place is also very damp. This doesn't make sense at all."

Not even myself. The elevator door opened with a soft chime, the VIP one that had been ushered by a security guard. The polished metal doors slid apart and spilled a draft of colder air toward me. I stepped out, my eyes scanning the wide area with slow, cautious movements. The rooftop opened before me with the view of an enormous penthouse—glass walls, a pool reflecting the lights around it, a small flower garden swaying in the cold breeze, and the main house with warm light glowing faintly through the windows. Did she rent this place?

Meredith held up the skirt of her dress a bit, exposing her glittering crystal mule stilettos as she finished the short climb to her targeted food arena above. Once she reached the top she realized it wasn’t another floor. They were on the roof. The majority roof was made into one large rooftop terrace, with a few areas off limits for safety and engineering issues and what looked to be a large kitchen located in the center but for the main part it was all open with a 360 degree view.

the momma cried, "You feel so big and it feels so good. Fuck me, please fuck me hard and make me cum." The poppa was sitting on the peak of the roof and staring at the western side of Pike's Peak and trying to figure out what to use for his new roof. Should he use shake shingles to make the house look rustic? No, they were a fire hazard. How about slate or tile? Might be too heavy. Regular shingles would be the least expensive. He wondered what else might be available.

I step away from him, but the heat from his touch lingers on my spine. The roof is, no surprise, spectacularly beautiful. This section is covered by a high pavilion ceiling, and globe lanterns dangle from the beams. There's an entire freaking kitchen up here - complete with a large stone oven - a full bar, and of course the sort of furniture that puts the grungy couch in my apartment to shame. Beyond the pavilion, a pool stretches across the roof, its silvery surface dappled by rain. The surrounding patio is done in gorgeous red-brown stone. The whole scene looks like something I've only ever seen on one of those fancy television design shows.

Sarah POV Manhattan | 8:00 PM The rooftop was empty when I arrived, just the city's low hum below and my heels' echo against concrete. Manhattan stretched beneath me in a web of lights out, and it was oblivious to the storm I’d spent the day faking in that glass conference room. Then I saw him.

We walked deeper into the structure, Salvatore staying close, pointing out different areas. “This’ll be the rooftop bar,” he said, gesturing upward. “You still thinking glass railing with integrated lighting?” “Yes,” I replied, the confidence surprising even me. “It’ll play well against the skyline. I ran some solar simulations—the lighting won’t interfere with the views.” He looked genuinely impressed. “You really thought of everything.” “I had to,” I said. “This building was the one thing that kept me going through… a lot.” Our eyes met for a moment, and I saw something flicker there—understanding, maybe. Or pride.