Pov Rooftop Novels & Stories

Replacing the screws, she moved to the kitchen area. She didn’t go to the front door. Instead, she moved to the service elevator or the dumbwaiter system. Crawling inside, she opened the top panel and shimmied through the roof. Coming out on the top, she closed the metal plate and began climbing up the shaft. The top of the penthouse was only a crawl space width but Raven maneuvered herself into the space and wiggled into position. Flipping herself over, she crawled over to the vent and opened it to let herself out onto the roof.

“Follow me, luv.” The view of the rooftop is beautiful. There are canopy seats in each corner with comfortable pillows and a fire pit. I walk towards the edge of the roof and look at the beautiful city lights gleaming like stars. “This is so beautiful,” I say to Azazel as he lays the drink next to me. “Not as beautiful as the scenery before me.” He says, looking at me appraisingly.

Sonnet laughed and said, “In that case, you don’t need to know how I came to the answer. Let’s visit the property owners again later and fetch the surveillance camera recordings of the thirty-first floor.” “The building only has thirty floors. The thirty-first floor should be the rooftop, right? I recall that the security officer told us that the surveillance camera on the rooftop had broken down.” “In that case, let’s head to the rooftop to take a look. We might be able to find some clues,” Sonnet said. Lewis parked his car by the roadside. Both of them headed up to the rooftop of the building. Usually, the rooftops of most buildings were surrounded by high fences to prevent anyone from fal

--- || 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.

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.

she said in a possessive tone, but still light enough that it sounded like she was teasing. Owen showed Regina around the building, introduced her to the apartment manager, and brought her to the roof deck. The decoration on the roof was a continuation of the square below them, adding to the appeal of the building. Plants and trees were planted everywhere, giving the roof deck a cooler atmosphere even though they were closer to the sun.

Hearing the crazy voice of shareholders approaching from afar, Lavie Sue ran towards the roof in a panic, regardless of whether there was a way to go. The roof is a half arc, built around half of the building. There are only two stairway passages, both of which are blocked. She turned her head and looked behind her. The guardrail on the roof was only half a person high. She bit her teeth and walked slowly. When she looked down, the toy sized vehicles below kept coming and going with pedestrians, and her head was dazed and dizzy.

[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.

“Yeah. It will be.” “NOW THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME.” JIM GOES TO THE EDGE OF THE ROOFTOP, MAKING MY ANXIETY shoot up, and looks out over the city. There is a patio on the roof of my building, and while it’s usually occupied, we’re some of the only people up here right now. “It is. But, uh, can you come away from the edge?”