Mile High Novels & Stories

POV: Rose Moon Valley Training Military and strategy class Rose looked around at the people in the class. . Some of them are tall and some are delicate . They stared at her waiting for something that might be more interesting. There had been so many rumors about the new girl. They wanted to see what she was going to be. A misery or good thing for the pack. There could be no slackers. " Hi everyone. My name is Rose and I thank you for all you have done. So if you have a question just ask.

We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m

I spent twenty hours on a train in coach, traveling more than 1,800 miles to see Harry Berger. I texted him to vent. "I'm so tired. My back feels like it’s about to break." It took him more than ten minutes to reply. "So? Do you want me to praise you for it, or feel sorry for you? "I didn’t make you come. You bought the ticket yourself, too. Don’t act like everyone owes you something." I stared at those words. The "I miss you" sticker I had intended to send remained unsent. Then he sent me an airport location. "Gemma heard you were coming and bought a ticket at the last minute. She wants to meet up with us. She has a lot of luggage, so I’m going to pick her up first since I’ll be pass

That same evening, the LED screen on the tallest building in Highridge lit up with a looping message: “Evelyn, will you be my girlfriend? A confession fifteen years in the making. Love, Miles.” The entire city saw it. The next three days were a full-on spectacle. Aside from the grand gesture of spending half a million a day on that billboard, Miles also lit up the beach with dazzling fireworks each night. Naturally, the internet had something to say. One viral comment summed it up best: “The rich always end up together. The rest of us? We just get front-row seats.”

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" Your parents wanted you to overcome yourself a little bit, but a little bit because it was a reflection of both. "Perhaps," I answered slowly. That was more of an outsider perception to be stored deep in the brain and analyzed later. "You're not just a pretty face, isn't it, Day? *** In English, mile-high club. In the beginning, being part of this “club” was a joke between pilots and flight attendants. today if refers to anyone who has had sex on board an airplane.

"Hailings to all of you, Student No. 1, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 12, and 13 — the ill-fated souls who have chosen to venture into this domain of misery and desolation. You now locate yourselves at the final phase of your tests and trials, the Midday Mile." "The Midday Mile was a racetrack of horrors and damnation nestled deep within the bowels of Hell itself. As you set foot upon the cracked, dry earth of the track, the sulfurous fumes burn your nostrils and the screams of the tortured fill the air. Before you lies a grueling mile-long obstacle course filled with unimaginable terrors meant to test your resilience in the face of misery..."

The sharp shout made Klaus' outstretched hand freeze in mid-air. Everyone turned in unison toward the sound and saw a middle-aged man with an extraordinary presence quickly striding over. There was anxiety and fear in his expression, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He had clearly rushed all the way here. "M-Mr. Conway?" Lawrence paled in fright upon recognizing the man, and his legs went so weak that he almost lost his balance. This was Jeffrey Conway, the highest executive president of their aviation group!

Thunders rolls, lightning flashes in the thick black clouds above, beneath the rolls and the flashes. A towering, wide and menacing white-crystalline barrier which looked impassable stood gallantly above the grounds roughly 100,000 feet high. Passing the low clouds, middle clouds and also the high clouds as all these clouds surrounds it’s layers unable one to see it's peak; From Above it took half of the planet's space and without no doubt it is the largest, longest and the weirdest barrier the King Randall and Priscilla had ever seen.

But Miles let out a slow breath, legs dangling below him a good ten meters from the ground, and swung the rest of his body onto the roof. It didn’t budge this time, but he could feel the wood beneath his feet sinking inward like a sponge. The sensation thrilled him. Finally, Aiden managed to peel his hands away from his eyes to watch his classmate. His heart ran a thousand miles a minute, “hey, get down!” “This is the tallest building in the village!” Miles called back, taking a seat on the sturdiest part of the roof and lifting his camera again. “The view is spectacular!”