Mile High Novels & Stories

Hello! If you reach this part, then I love you and thank you for going all the way here. This part is to thank everyone who spent their time and money to read One In A Million, thank you so much! Writing this one wasn't an easy game. I spent three months writing it while classes are ongoing. I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending.

Saturday, December 13 (One month later) A month—fucking gone. And One-Mile had stepped onto US soil at DFW Airport less than two hours ago with one top-of-mind focus: seeing Brea ASAP. Since he was in desperate times, that called for desperate measures. After yesterday’s shit show, his situation had leapfrogged over merely wretched and landed squarely in last-gasp, holy-fuck land. He needed to regroup—fast. But he’d never imagined he’d be doing it in this swanky suburban mansion.

Nicole came closely, whispering in my ear, almost hard for me to hear as the loud music still thumps in my ear, "you know, if there's one person you would want to break all your rules to, it's Ezra Sommers, Demie! -- hot, mysterious, and I bet you won't regret it!" I sighed, thinking that she was talking nonsense, "yeah right, Nicole! I appreciate your concern, but that's never gonna happen! -- I mean, look at me?! look at all this!? there's no way in hell he would even notice me!" I said, gesturing my hand trying to prove my point. Seeing all these up-scale people, looking lavish, and high maintenance, compared to me in my white sneakers and crippled outfit that I've worn since breakfast, m

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

10 million: Chapter: 6 Kent Mia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE. “Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening. “OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps.

Chapter 17 We drove into town a bit and I could tell she was trying to figure out where we were going. I didn’t say. When we arrived, she had this look on her face I really couldn’t decipher, but I parked and got out to go to her side and opened her door and helped her out. We were in front of this impressive building with a world-famous restaurant on top. Everyone wanted to eat there, you had to have a reservation months in advance. Phoenix looked up and had this look on her face that wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be.

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

“Hudson, lend me your car for today,” my driver asked over a call as I was busy working in the office. I sat stunned for a few seconds, then said, "Uncle Wagner, have I said yes before you started using my car? Also, the client I’m meeting today is very important. Go to the airport right now to pick him up.” “I have something urgent to attend to and need the car. I’ve just transferred 20 dollars to your client. Isn’t it the same getting him to take a taxi to the hotel?” When I read my driver’s text, anger rose in my chest. He had been working for me for three months. He was great at the start, and I respectfully addressed him as Uncle Wagner on account of him being similar in age as my d

The only way to fly and not get wet would be to fly above the storm clouds, so I kept going higher. I stopped rising when I could see a thick layer of gray below me and a beautiful hue of blue above me. The sun shining dimly and caressing my skin. No one could see me and because of how dense the clouds were I couldn't see anything below. It felt perfect. Like a little hiding place I could use think. No one could intrude because no one could get up here. It was beautiful and silent. The wind, crisp and fresh even though it was slightly harder to breathe at this altitude.

“Waltz, from Thousand Miles Conglomerate?” The emotion on her face turned to not one of fear but of extreme anger. She shouted with an ugly expression, “Waltz, do you want to die? Just because you sit as president in Thousand Miles, do you think you can just step all over the head of our Coleman family?! Have you lost your mind? Although Thousand Miles is California’s underground king, it’s just because the Colemans disdain being part of that circle. Do you see who this is? He is a master from the Missouri Colemans, the youngest Earth Expert level warrior. One of him can kill a thousand of you, and you still won't kneel and bow your head?”