Novel & Cerita Rooftop Hero

"Why?" "I just want to see you, I'll miss you for sure." We arrived at his place and he opened the door for me. I walked in and he held my hand bringing me to the stairs that I never know it will lead me somewhere. He led me up and my eyes widen to see he has a rooftop on his own. "This is.. so beautiful." I gasped seeing the beautiful view and the beautiful set up of the rooftop. "Why didn't you tell me about this? It's so beautiful, I thought this stair only lead to nothing." I said as I walked to see the full view of New York at night. The wind was pretty strong tonight but the view won the game.

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

“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.

In a dark, lonely, and completely deserted corner of an alleyway far from the city center, the dim light of a flickering streetlamp cut through the shadows. A man stood completely hidden under a black hood, his posture tense and secretive. He was having a fluent conversation with a huge, bulky guy. The giant spoke in fluent Russian, his deep voice rumbling in the cold air, but the hooded man communicated strictly in English. The Russian giant reached into his heavy leather coat and brought out a tiny, unlabeled glass bottle filled with a strange, clear liquid. He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man.

"Aria's going for the roof. Give her covering fire in thirty seconds." I climb fast. The building is old, decrepit. The stairs creak under my weight. At the top, I find the roof access. Locked. I shoot the lock. It breaks. I shove the door open. The roof is flat, with scattered debris and rusted equipment for cover. Perfect. I move to the edge, looking down. Marco's men are exchanging fire with the snipers. I can see three positions. Rooftop across the street. Water tower to the east. Crane to the south.

The rooftop turned into a battlefield for our emotions, and I would make sure I would not back down this time. Ryle didn't seem impressed with my response. However, I stood my ground, feeling a sudden surge of responsibility to protect my dear friends. “A good friend like him doesn’t deserve this. And I won’t let any jerk like you do any harm to my friends!” Ryle didn't care about what I was saying. He seemed calm and unbothered, which made the rooftop feel even more tense as he walked away. Refusing to let him escape, I shouted once more, successfully halting him in his tracks.

Whoever controlled them could control infrastructure, security, communication… even the city itself. Her pulse quickened. “Nathan… if he succeeds, it’s not just the Foundation. It’s everything.” Nathan’s jaw hardened. “Then we take it back. Now.” 4. The Rooftop Battle The rooftop became a battlefield. Nathan moved first, striking Lucas with a precision born of desperation. Lucas countered with ruthless efficiency, each blow designed to incapacitate, not kill. Alina darted to the terminal Lucas had set up, trying to access the fragments remotely.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

For one heartbeat I thought he saw straight through me. Then he laughed and crushed me to him. “My clever rose,” he growled against my throat. “You just cut your own wings.” He kissed me like he was trying to swallow the lie whole. I kissed him back like I meant it. Because tonight, I needed him drunk on victory. He pulled away, eyes blazing. “Get dressed,” he ordered. “Something red. Rooftop. We’re celebrating.” ~~~~~~~ The Rooftop – 22:30 The moment the elevator doors slid open onto the roof, the air changed.

I peek around the chimney, keeping my stealth tight because explaining why I’m on a stranger’s rooftop at midnight is not on my to-do list. “I’m sure it’s just another scheme.” The first voice, an Alpha with a buzz cut, sounds skeptical. “Believe me, it’s not!” the excited one insists, hands probably waving. “How much do you have to pay for it?” I slide out a smidge and take a look. “It’s free,” he replies. “What do I have to do for you to believe me?” The guy throws his hands up, the motion carrying through the roof in a whisper of fabric.