Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

"Aria's going for the roof. Give her covering fire in thirty seconds." I climb fast. The building is old, decrepit. The stairs creak under my weight. At the top, I find the roof access. Locked. I shoot the lock. It breaks. I shove the door open. The roof is flat, with scattered debris and rusted equipment for cover. Perfect. I move to the edge, looking down. Marco's men are exchanging fire with the snipers. I can see three positions. Rooftop across the street. Water tower to the east. Crane to the south.

Cove answered. The elevator doors opened. Cove pushed the button for the roof. The ride up was silent, thick with tension. When the doors opened again, cool night air washed over them. The private rooftop garden stretched out under a moonless sky dark, quiet, and completely enclosed by high glass walls. Small lights lined the paths between potted trees and flowering plants, but the center area near the railing was almost completely black. Cove led Eli to the far edge, where a heavy iron railing overlooked the glittering city far below. The wind tugged at their clothes.

Even the switches and stair railings in the house were covered in gold and diamonds. Despite having seen many luxury houses before, Xyla was still in awe and allowed her gaze to linger on these things. “Let’s check out the fireworks first,” Stanley said before pulling her into the elevator. The two of them took the elevator directly to the rooftop. This was the tallest location in the area. From this viewpoint, the peach blossom forest seemed much clearer. It was the same for the fireworks in the sky. The rooftop was completely sealed off, and the surrounding walls and the roof were all made of tempered glass. It looked like a giant crystal palace.

ALPHA ELEO’S POV Unknown to everyone, we changed the venue. From the garden of the hotel, we decided to bring it up to the rooftop, and every floor, stair, and elevator were well guarded. Once the guests are in already, all the elevators will be stopped. The building is up to the eighteenth floor, so at least before they can reach the rooftop, they will first pass through each floor with difficulty.

He chuckled. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I whispered and he smiled wider when the elevator pinged. "See for yourself, love," The doors opened and I gasped. There was a gazebo on the roof! A tent-like structure with curtains that billowed around lightly. There were sofas arranged on the square platform and table right at the center. Flowers and vines hung from the roof of the gazebo, and from the rooftop, I could see Hawaii. The seas, the beaches, the people.

“Even at fifteen, you were a terrorist. I bet your dad couldn’t wait until you left for college.” “Mmhmm.” We push open the rooftop hatch, stepping into the open air. The view is eerie but beautiful. The rooftop is flat and scattered with gravel. Knox glances around. “So, what do we do now?” “Enjoy the view.” He squints. “The view is dark. Are we supposed to be seeing something?” I lie down on the dusty floor and pat the space beside me. “By view, I meant the stars. They look better from up here.”

She filed that away without responding. The first location was a warehouse complex northwest of the river. Three buildings around a central yard. Chain-link perimeter, security cameras positioned for vehicle entrances, which meant the roof approaches were completely uncovered. She walked the perimeter with Deluca six feet behind her, not directing, just present, while she mapped the dead angles with her phone. "Middle building," she said. "Skylights?" "Four." She studied the roofline. Shallow pitch, enough texture for purchase. A person in the right footwear could cross from the east corner to the third skylight in forty-five seconds, staying below the ridge the entire way.

“With soaking tubs?” “Just one.” I pretended to concede to the luxury of her accommodations and let her be smug for a second before I hit her with, “And a shabby little rooftop pool.” Her eyes widened. “You wanna see it?” I offered. “I kind of have to at this point.” I led her past the kitchen to the spiral staircase up to the roof. A short landing hid the utility door—which I hated and had already put in an order to replace with something still up to fire and security code but less industrial—that opened onto the rooftop terrace. From certain vantage points, one could see the entire resort; thanks to artfully placed hedges and railings, the rest of the resort couldn’t see us. A small café-s

"Come with me; there's somewhere I want to show you." As usual, Valery had much to say when he took her upstairs. There was a fourteen-layer staircase on the last floor and another door locked out of students' reach. Derrick fished out the key from a bunch and got it unlocked. A gentle breeze caressed their cheeks when the door was pushed open. They had stepped onto the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings on the premises. Valery was greeted by the horizon and a first-class view of the community. It stretched far beyond what her eyes could see, almost like spying on everyone in a relaxed way.

Just that quiet, intrigued gaze I was beginning to find dangerous. “Miss Jones,” he finally said, standing. “You’re always punctual.” “Not everyone likes surprises,” I replied, offering a slight smile. “True,” he said, coming around the desk. “But some surprises are good. Like these—” He gestured to the layout on the table… my latest designs for the Vantech collaboration. I walked over, placing my tablet beside the printouts. “I’ve updated the rooftop structure, added a semi-solar canopy system, and introduced a glass integration to the northern wall.”