Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

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.

“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

“For Maya. For me. For yourself. We are losing you to this fight. I see it every day. The coldness. The distance. I will not let Victor win by turning you into him.” He opened his mouth to argue but something in my voice stopped him. I took his hand and pulled him up from the chair. “Come with me. I have something to show you.” I led him to the private elevator that accessed the roof. The penthouse had always been a fortress but I had spent the last few days creating something different. Something hidden. I had workers install a section of the roof garden behind high screens and thick greenery completely unmonitored by cameras or guards. No guns. No security feeds. Just soil plants and sky.

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.

--- || Elinda's POV || The roof-top restaurant was exactly as I'd imagined it—less crowded,contemporary style with a heart-stopping vista of the city below. Warm rays from the setting sun reflected off the glass windows, casting glints of gold around the room. I could almost imagine this was the usual sort of night, that this wasn't another staged attempt to get me to move forward.

There was only one set of keys to open the door to the rooftop, which Pablo had always carried with him. Usually, no one was willing to go to the rooftop. On the 10th of every month, the cleaners would clean the rooftop. Pablo would open and close the door himself. The key had never left his side. Now that a decayed corpse had suddenly appeared on the rooftop, it would make sense that he was treated as the prime suspect.

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.

That might be a place to start. Twenty minutes later, we stood atop the roof of an unfinished building still under construction. The pillars were made of concrete and exposed steel. The place was dark but in the distance, the city glowed, lit up like a thousand light bugs. It was a perfect place for a face-off. There were no civilians or onlookers around. "You picked this place fast," Liora observed. "Yeah. Actually, I've been here before." "Hmm. Came here for a work trip?"

I reached the roof and burst through the heavy door into the cool, damp night air. The city hummed around me, a distant, indifferent roar of traffic and life. I ran to the edge of the roof, looking down at the street. Three black SUVs were idling at the curb, their doors open. Men in tactical vests were fanning out, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like searchlights. I pulled the decoy folder from my jacket and held it up, making sure the red light of the drone above me caught the movement. I didn't hide. I stood in the center of the gravel-covered roof, a clear silhouette against the sky.

[Vivienne] After climbing three or four flights of stairs, we reach the rooftop. At first, I’m not sure how being on the rooftop could solve any of our problems—problems like the bunch of men still pounding the hallways downstairs, looking for us. But just as I’m about to ask him if the plan is to jump or do something even more ridiculous, the loud sound of a chopper pulls my gaze toward the night sky. I squint up at the helicopter. It’s sleek, black, and clearly expensive—because of course it is.