Jet Pack Guy Club Penguin Novels & Stories

I can still feel Rook’s hands on me, the rough press of his fingers gripping too tight, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, the heat of his breath against my skin when he leaned in close and whispered words I refuse to let sink in. My jaw clenches, a familiar tightness curling in my stomach. I need to move. I need to get the fuck out of here. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my contacts before shooting off a text. Mercer: You at the rink? A few seconds later, my screen lights up. Jensen: Just finished. Ice is open for free skate, though.

I've never seen one before, and it's incredibly huge. We move out of the car, and I take in the five choppers and two jets lined up on the tarmac. “Wow. I never knew you had this.” He sidles up to me, whispering. “We have many things, Malishka.” A shiver courses down my spine. We interlink our fingers as one of the crew runs to us. “Welcome, Shark. The jet is ready to move.” The bronze-skinned guy says. When his eyes catch mine, I wave at him, and he bows.

So, I should stop while I still have time. Jackson ran up the stairs beside me, looked at my phone, contemplated me for a few seconds and then sighed, “your jet’s out of fuel, Alpha. We’ll have to spend the night in the Autumn pack.” “The jet’s never out of fuel, Jackson. It works on a magical refuelment core which needs to be replaced only after a hundred years,” I said matter-of-factly. “For once, my dear Alpha. Try to read between the lines…” He stared at me as I looked at him, perplexed. He scratched his hair, looking annoyed.

The hierarchy was clear in every interaction, every gesture of deference. "Church in ten," Jax announced to the room at large, referring to the club's formal meeting. Several men nodded, finishing their drinks and detaching themselves from the women draped across their laps. Raven recognized the faces from her surveillance photos—Diesel, the massive sergeant-at-arms with his shaved head and intimidating presence; Viper, the vice president with silver threading his dark hair and a scar bisecting one eyebrow; Ghost, the lean treasurer whose pale complexion matched his moniker; and Hawk, the road captain with Native American features and long black hair pulled back in a braid.

It's punishable if someone is doing PDA in public. I took a deep breath and walked over to the little crowd where in the middle there was a man that wasn't the target, I couldn't look at the person correctly because of the lights on the ceiling but as I walked confidently to this part of the club. Hazel eyes pierced into mine, my eyes widened in shock, I couldn't open my mouth for some reason. I changed my face into a seductive face and turned to the target who grinned mischievously. "Some champagnes, misters?" I asked them, some of them shook their head and talked to the man who is in the centre, his attention was on mine.

“ For real ? “ said Jack . Massimo nodded his head , making Jack grin . “ Woah…….To think she even threw herself in the pool just to not give in to you ? I am more shocked at how you didn’t skin her alive after you came out of the pool . Oh , I so wish I was at the scene to see you bro . I would have even paid one million just to see that scene of yours falling in the pool because of the air ballon mascot . Ha ha ha ha ! “ said Jack laughing , trying to imagine the scene .

He said and I nodded in agreement. I guess. I mean the old Jayden wouldn't be so helpful. I said nothing and Jayden sighed, resting his back against the sofa before speaking again. "So I found a job for you" I jerked my head at him in surprise. So soon? "Really?" "Hmm. My friend owns one of the biggest clubs in the city. It's called 'Billionaire's club' . A lot of rich men come there, there's even a casino in it. They need a waitress to resume as soon as possible and I told him I have someone who would be willing to work'' Jayden announced, his eyes not leaving mine.

“But Phoenix approved my claim. They can’t do shit about it unless they want my boot on their skull.” “Who’s Phoenix?” “The club president,” he said. “Oh. So like, the leader.” He shrugged. “Yeah, the leader. Come on.” I followed as he pushed open the door and went inside. The place was packed. I was completely shocked at how many men were in there, every single one of them wearing the Sandcastles cut. Their jean jackets were covered in patches and slogans, but the backs were all dominated by the Sandcastles symbol. Every head in the place snapped toward me as soon as I walked in the door. Jaguar grinned and held his hands up. “Morning, brothers,” he said.

She did let Addie know how uncool it was to help her brother. There was another club visiting Viper. They were in talks to join forces as their territories almost bordered each other. There was a small town between the two that didn't belong to any club. They called themselves "The Raptors". Paris was in the main room with Addie when they arrived. A few of them looked rough. And there was one in particular that made Paris's skin crawl. She made sure to not look his way at all. The guy was bald with a large spider tattooed on the back of his head. Its arms wrapped around his head and neck. Paris hated spiders. She even scooted closer to Addie who was beside of Diego.

Cage asks with concern. " No I'm fine. I'm just gonna go back to my friends." I turn around to look for my friends. Alexa sits with a guy and i couldn't see Nick except Spencer or whatever. Piper is flirting with a guy and she's drunk. I can't see Brandon. A guy with a black jacket and jeans walks into the club. Oh not just a guy. Another guy follows. And another guy follows. Now they are three. All with black jackets. " Fuck." I hear Cage mutters.