Rooftop Hero Novels & Stories

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

"They'll have a sniper on the roof. Overwatch while the others breach." "How do you know?" "Because that's what I'd do." She moved. Up the stairs. To the access panel leading to the roof. Opened it slowly. Weapon up. Sure enough. A figure in tactical gear. Prone. Sniper rifle aimed at the clearing below. Preparing to drop anyone who ran. Anya didn't hesitate. Knife, quieter than gun. Faster than thought. She crossed the roof in four steps. Grabbed the sniper from behind. Blade across throat. Clean. Professional. Fatal.

His eyes flickered from the door to his bag, making a calculation under three seconds. It was a controlled and very specific blast that took the door off clean without structural damage and I got through it before the dust even settled. The helicopter was already ten feet above the roof. I stood at the roof edge and looked up at it and if I squinted enough through the window I could see Grace’s face looking down and Victor’s hand pressed flat against the glass and Hope somewhere beyond them, her expression something I could not read from this distance. The helicopter rose. I stood on the roof of the Swiss fortress and I watched it go, and I felt something shift in me that had no word and so

I was rewarded by a soft gasp and a look of absolute amazement and pure joy flying into her eyes. “Kaden.” Her head swiveled from side to side as she took it all in. One of the perks about having a sixty-something story building in this part of the city was that your rooftop had a view rivaling the best in the city. From our roof in particular, there was an almost unobstructed view of the whole city. We had one of the tallest buildings on our block and the blocks surrounding us. Ember’s hands flew to her cheeks as she walked out farther onto the flat slab making up our roof. A look that told me exactly how overwhelmed she was joined the joy and amazement in her shining eyes.

I shouted, "Fuck you! You two suit together, you're both ugly! Argh! Damn!" I feel free to shout here on the rooftop because no one could hear me. I'm the only one who always climbs here because there's a 'restricted' sign on the outside of the rooftop door. I don't know why something is posted like that there, maybe something happened that had an accident here. But I don't care about that because it's just the most peaceful place for me. Even if you hear other shouts from below, there is no one to bother you up here. And no one knows I'm coming here, perhaps they don't even know that someone is coming here on the rooftop.

He turned towards me and smiled again, “I need to reprogram this to your hand, so you can open the door for emergencies.” He begin to type in a code and had me place my right hand on the plate. It began to tingle as a beam of red light ran up down and sideways scanning my hand. Then the light turned green, “It is done. You have access to the roof. Go ahead, give it a try.” I put my hand against the plate and the door clicked open. “Come on.” He said taking my hand again and stepping out on the roof. We walked towards what looked like a helicopter pad and as he kept his arm around my waist, I look around at the city skyline.

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

It was almost as if there was an underground nightlife here that I don't know anything about. Glancing over the city I stopped as my eyes landed on a rooftop nearby. It further down the hillside and easy for me to see over. The exit door was flung open as someone ran out of it in a rush. I put a hand over my mouth a bit surprised to see anyone... really. I flinched as a gun went off and the one running out onto the rooftop dropped as if they had been hit. A few people came out onto the same roof. They were dressed similar to the way the security team was... I flinched as they picked the guy up by his feet and took him to the edge of the roof and hung him over the edge.

I caught her instantly, lifting her over a fallen beam without slowing down. “Keep moving!” I ordered. We burst onto the roof just as another explosion rocked the building beneath us. Flames licked up the side of the structure. The night sky glowed orange. A black helicopter was already descending, rotors whipping the air. Hector waved it in. “That’s our ride!” But Vincent wasn’t finished. Three of his men appeared on the opposite side of the roof, guns raised. I shoved Sage behind a ventilation unit and returned fire. Hector joined me. One man went down. The second took cover.

“The roof!” I hesitated, my eyes on Liam as he fought, his movements fierce, relentless. I couldn’t leave him, not after everything. But Claire was right—we were out of time. I climbed, my hands slipping on the rusted rungs, my heart tearing as I heard Liam’s shout behind me. The roof was a chaos of rain and wind, the city sprawling below like a glittering trap. Claire followed, her breath hitching, but as we reached the edge, a figure stepped from the shadows—the man in the suit, his smile as sharp as ever.