Rooftop Hero Novels & Stories

High above… Striker stood once again on a rooftop, watching everything unfold. A slow smirk curved his lips. The game had only just begun.

Challenging. Good. I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting my fingers trail along her jaw. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?" She gave a soft laugh, but there was an edge to it. "Should I be?" I smiled. "Only if you fall." And I wasn't going to let her fall. Not yet. But when she did... I'd be the one to catch her. ~HARPER'S POV~ The rooftop was a world unto itself, suspended between the earth and the stars, where the hum of the city below felt like a distant memory.

“My wife’s excellent at battlefield strategy, isn’t she?” Hembapu laughed. “She sure is.” Valentina sat beside me, quiet and alert. As we descended toward the Ricchezza headquarters’ rooftop Hembapu announced, “Touchdown in five…four…three…two” The skids hit concrete with a solid jolt. Touch down. The helicopter blades sliced the sky as we descended onto the rooftop helipad of Ricchezza Headquarters—a steel and glass fortress towering above Baghdad’s business district. The skids hit concrete with a jolt, the wind whipping Valentina’s hair as she stepped out beside me.

If this was to lure us to him, then he would have a plan figured out already to have each one of us killed. "I can't, Mam. Let him think whatever he wants. I will make sure to kill them all..." Colt said. "Move out..." he ordered the other men as they brought out their pistols. It seemed there was no other choice than charging in. Two of my men followed me, guarding my side as I checked the surroundings, hoping to find Zara and Colt's mom. As then, my gaze landed on a man standing on a rooftop far away. "Who is that...?" I wondered in my thoughts, making my way in haste as I approached the building. I took the stairs up and eventually arrived at the rooftop, slowly opening the door to check

Trust was a luxury he could no longer afford. "Take me to the rooftop now," Mario commanded sharply. "And keep your eyes on the elevator and stairs. Make sure no one gets through." His men nodded without hesitation. Eight of them followed closely as Mario was wheeled toward the rooftop through the elevator. The doors opened, revealing the rooftop bathed in moonlight. A cold wind swept across the open space, but Mario’s sharp eyes were already scanning the area. "Where are the snipers?" he asked, his voice cutting through the air as the faint sound of an approaching helicopter began to echo.

I won, he isn’t contesting the fact, content with going back to his fries. I won, but at what cost? I’m shaking with need right now. “I have a rooftop that I never used before.” he says suddenly. Frowning, I take a sip of the beer they’ve brought out with our food, it has very low alcohol content, and it comes with the food. “But it seems like a perfect way to end the night, don’t you think?” I blink, “Like have sex on the roof?”

He wasn't wearing his tactical gear today, just a black buttoned shirt with rolled sleeves that showed the scars on his forearms and a look of quiet, dangerous patience. "I’m busy, Antler," she muttered, not looking up. "Zayne wants the logistics for the safe house to move by morning." "Zayne isn't the one you're running from." He walked in until he was standing directly behind her chair. Rose held her breath, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a force that tensed her whole being. "Rooftop," "I have work—" "Now." She was sitting on the rooftop, fidgeting her fingers around her dress anxiously, praying that wouldn’t be the end of her luxurious

“Yeah, yeah. Team. Whatever. I’ve got this.” That’s when I felt him watching me. A loud clap echoed across the rooftop. I spun around with my shadows already coiling around my fists There he was : my worst enemy, Rift. Lounging on the edge of the building like he owned the fucking skyline. Tall and red-haired with that fucking smug smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. His glowing green eyes looked way too amused for my liking. Oh I hated him “Well, well,” he drawled. “If it isn’t Nyx, The vanguard's little baby throwing another tantrum”

My lungs burned with every breath, and my vision was blurry. "Don't give up," I told myself. You remembered him. You remembered your life. You aren't losing it now. We reached the roof five minutes later. The air up here was thin and cold, but it was clean. Below us, the city was draped in a thick, green fog that was slowly rising. People were screaming in the streets, running for higher ground. In the center of the roof stood the massive cooling fans. They were stationary, locked by the master's override.

Like the petty fugitive I was born to be. Oh my God. Fresh air. Actual, legitimate, non-blood-smelling, non-azazel-cursing, non-pain-infused air. I had made it. The rooftop was massive. Windy. The city lights blinked below like they were winking at me. Come on down, baby, freedom's waiting." I sucked in that glorious breath of liberation and whispered to myself, "Tyler, you genius. You absolute majestic idiot. You did it." I took out the rope I'd snatched earlier. Don't ask how I got it, just know that when desperation meets mild intelligence and a suspicious janitor's closet, things happen.