Raise The Roof Novels & Stories

He's a life saver. Adrian is currently on my roof, pulling the old shingles and other junk off into a large trash container he brought to haul away the old roof. I was warned to stay inside or out of the way so I didn’t accidentally get hit. He said he would hate for a flying shingle to knock some sense into me, then pulled me into a mind-numbing kiss before I could fuss at him or knock some manners into him.

"Hey, why not reopen the card for Luca? Think of it like he's inheriting my parents' money." Whose money? I rolled my eyes, then switched gears. Put on my best sad face. "With your parents' accident, I didn't get a chance to tell you—my mom's sick. Surgery's expensive. Can you lend me $20K?" Captain Tightwad flinched. "We've got another mouth to feed now. Where am I supposed to find cash for your mom? Even in marriage, money's gotta be clear. She's your mom—you deal with it."

He padded it with leftover thatch on the inside so there was temperature insulation. “I finished this too,” Zen announced. Spreading dried grass bundles on the roof was not a complicated process. However, to ensure the roof did not collapse easily, Zen anchored them with additional ropes to the wooden pillars installed along the outer walls with Damian’s help. “Dinner is ready!” Porky announced, coming out of his little house. “Oh, that’s a very lovely roof! Thank you everyone! Please come in!”

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.

Strange, I would have thought he’d at least make an appearance to greet his son. Making my way to the kitchen, I get another text from him: “Take the elevator to the roof.” Now I’m really curious. Compelled by his mysterious text, I take the elevator one floor up. When it opens, it takes a moment for me to register. All around me there are long stem roses in an assortment of colors, accompanied by candles—they fill the entire roof. In the center, there’s a big screen set up with large cushions in front and a bucket of champagne on ice. Jacob comes up behind me.

“I’ve already gone over a few things with your man, but I was thinking you’d like to hear about my genius idea before I implement it.” “I’m all ears,” I nodded at him. “A very simple one,” he turned around, backing me and pointing at the crack above, a gaping jagged hole of block and beam. “We could convert that to a round, crystal roof.” “And you think it’ll be strong enough?” I asked. He smiled this time. “That’s where our expertise comes in. We’ll heat it and give it a carbon fiber pressure. Then add a final magical touch to it. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

He had his own sleek duffel bag slung over his shoulder, looking effortlessly put together, as always. Jaden was already there, leaning against a pillar, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else, yet a faint hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes. “Alright, everyone,” Justin announced, his voice carrying over the morning chatter. “We’ll be heading up to the roof. Our transportation is waiting for us there.” A wave of confused murmurs rippled through the group. Roof? What kind of transportation was waiting on the roof? We followed Justin towards the elevator, the anticipation building with each floor. When the doors finally opened onto the rooftop, a collective gasp went through the gro

Rooftop Night - City View The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Geoff stepped out first, tugging Keenan along by the wrist. “Come on, you’ll like this,” he said, pushing open the heavy door that led to the rooftop. A rush of cool night air spilled over them, carrying the faint hum of the city below.

"I know." Outside, the wind roared. Rain lashed against the big windows. The house creaked, the timbers groaning under the assault. Cale stiffened. He put the spoon down. "The roof," Cale said. "The pitch is steep, but the wind shear is significant. If a shingle lifts..." "The roof is fine, Cale. It's stood here for fifty years." "It has never stood here with me inside. I attract entropy." "You're mortal now. You don't attract anything except mosquitoes."

He points at the tar paper. I roll my eyes. “That is also referred to as “tar paper,” which helps remove the water that gets under the shingles and increases the roof’s fire rating. This is rolled out in short sections, and staples are used to secure it to the deck. Want to help get it together?” He nodded but looked super confused, and they say men are handy.