Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

"Is there a roof?" "Oh, yes," she said, tapping the IV bag. "The building goes up to fifteen floors. There is a garden on the roof for the long-term patients. Once you can stand, I can take you up there. The view of the city is incredible. You can see everything from up there." I closed my eyes and let out a long, slow breath. The pain in my ribs was duller now, replaced by a strange, sharp clarity. "I think I would like to see that view very much."

Ever the performer, Darrell explained, “These panels you see on the sides atop floors thirteen through eighteen aren’t cosmetic. They’re solar panels. A younger suit with prescription glasses underneath the 3D ones, grumbled, “You can’t have a thirteenth floor. It’s bad luck.” The werewolves tried very hard not to throttle the superstitious numb-nut. They held their tongues, a flicker of tension in their necks betraying them, but the humans didn’t notice since the 3D rooftop with walking, exercise path, and patio seating, currently had them rapt. Danny smiled. “We’ll go from twelve to fourteen, of course. That was a slip of the tongue.”

he asked warmly. “Blake, I want to talk to you.” I face-palmed, nervous. “Really?” He took my hands. “Come on, I want to show you something. We can talk there.” He led me to the elevator. We went to a floor I’d never seen before. A short staircase took us to the rooftop. The cold air hit me instantly. A sleek swimming pool sat in the center of the rooftop. At the far end, a glass cube with white railings offered a breathtaking view. The sky felt so close, like I could reach up and touch it.

And they *definitely* didn’t come with the boy—no, the man—I’d seen in those photos. Grainy, half-smiling images sent to my mom. Photos that looked harmless, ordinary. Suggesting normalcy. But photos lie. People lie. And sometimes lies wear a perfectly carved smile. When the car finally slowed, tires hissing through puddles, I lifted my head enough to glimpse the silhouette rising in front of me. Not a house. A mansion. Sleek stone. Towering windows that glowed faintly like watchful eyes. A driveway so long it vanished into shadows behind us.

He arrived at the elevator and slipped in, heading to the rooftop bar situated atop the building. He stepped out of the elevator and into the sleek modern setting of The Eclipse rooftop bar, surrounded by the open night sky. The city skyline unfolded before him, a breathtaking canvas of twinkling city lights stretching 360 degrees. Waist-high glass railings provided an unobstructed view, while comfortable outdoor seating areas and stylish lounge furniture invited relaxation.

’ I mind-link Ryne sitting across from me. ‘I’ll tussle with the nice gentleman on the first row.’ He smirks. I nod and get up, exiting the rear of the cart. I make it to the connecting piece and begin my climb. The metal ladder squeaks under my weight, but it’s welded on so I can see it’s secure. As soon as I make it to the top, a shovel is swung towards my head. I swing back, almost losing my balance. I peek up to see another guy on the rooftop of the cabin. A vampire who winks and welcomes me onto the rooftop.

Dante's POV I fidgeted nervously on the rooftop as I waited for Cassandra to join me. I looked at what I had prepared. It was a simple romantic rooftop setup, with candles flickering in delicate glass holders, tracing the edges of the rooftop, and soft fairy lights hanging above, casting a warm golden glow.

~• At the rooftop of the Porishma's Paternal House:- Porishma gasped, and her mouth was wide open. The entire rooftop was decorated with lights, flowers, and pleasant scents. “Davish! What is this?”, she asked as shock was visible on her face. “It's all for you, Sunshine," Davish said “Beautiful! I don't believe that it's the same roof of mine”, She smiled at him. He gave her a single rose and kissed her chubby cheeks.

That kind of warmth belonged in a different novel not concerned with family betrayals. The footage jittered in front of me, making my sight blurry. I paused, skipped, rewound to the place with better quality.. The rooftop was like any other rooftop—flat, functional, unremarkable—until someone tried to kill me on it. Then it became worth my attention.

Naomi's pov The stairs ended abruptly on a small landing that opened onto the rooftop. I stepped off the top riser and froze. I stopped breathing. The rooftop glows. The air was still, quiet, and magical. It was a private, smaller section, probably a terrace attached to a restaurant, and it was entirely transformed. Everywhere I looked, delicate, warm fairy lights were strung—over the railing, across a low arch, woven through the greenery in planters. The soft music seemed to be coming from speakers hidden in the plants. A single, elegantly set small table sat near the edge, its white linen catching the glow.