The Miles High Club Novels & Stories

“Lighten up, you fucking prude. It’s not the first time you’ve done a live show for someone.” “That was different,” Miles growled. I chuckled under my breath. “He may be unmated, but he wouldn’t ever view Chloe like that. He’s like Rodger’s kid himself. Out of everyone in the club, he is the least likely to ever touch Rodger’s daughter.” “What about that loud little cat boy?” Miles grumbled.

I guess so. We do another 2 rounds of wine tasting; we have lunch in one of his favourite restaurants, and we go back with his jet to get ready for our night. Oh, on the way back, we joined the high mile club (Gabriel told me that this was his first time too). And because I am too happy as his first, so I attack him and we don't go out of the room until the pilot announces that we're descending and we need to fasten the seatbelt.

Hudson hummed in reply and stood up, ready to leave the packhouse behind. The driver was waiting for them, and they hopped into the car, eager to embrace a change of scenery. As they arrived at the big VIP club, they couldn't help but be struck by the opulence and grandeur of the place. It was a new club that was recently opened by one of the triplet Alphas of the Moonclaw pack. The richest and most powerful pack in the country. It was clear that the club was designed for the rich and influential. The moment they stepped out of the car, they were greeted by the sight of luxurious cars lining the entrance, with valets scurrying around to ensure everything was in perfect order.

I’m in my early twenties, I want to be room sharing with some girlfriends, running my own business. “It’ll be fine.” Atlas says. “We’ll be sensible. We’re going to Luna’s.” Right. Of course they would be. Luna’s is only the most prestigious club here in Minnesota. The high-rollers hang out there, celebrities go there and I guess these guys are amongst that crowd. They earn the big bucks, they work hard and they play hard. It’s an exclusive club. “You can come.” Calli says.

SILVAN The North Club is undoubtedly the most high end, exclusive club in the city. Owned by the North Dynasty, the wealthiest family in New York, the club only caters to the top one percent of the city and its environs. Within the spacious, gated villa, I count three water fountains in the shape of a mountain eagle, more than twenty rare, luxury vehicles and an uncountable number of guards. This event is attended by dozens of powerful, highly placed men from all over the globe. I’m talking about Forbes-rated business men, politicians, ambassadors, judges and the likes.

Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

Not a second inside the club, Damien and Daniel is nowhere to be seen, leaving me in a sea of strangers, dancing around touching each other. The club is filled with exclusive people, celebrities, and people with big bucks. Getting into this club is harder than the GMAT test, but the Kingsleys always have the golden ticket to go in. Not sure how I'm going to go through the night, I find myself sitting at the bar drinking iced tea, while the two devils are in the VIP section, popping bottles like a maniac with their friends I know nothing about. "You look awfully bored!" Nicole came out of nowhere, hugging me with full force, and I am just glad that she's finally here.

The girl that I destroyed. I see in the corner of my eyes that Miles has made his way out as well. He is the only new patch that lives at the clubhouse permanently and I wonder if he came out here to see what was going on, or to protect his president. He was another person I made sure Torque did a scrutinized background check on. Turns out the fucker is as normal as can be. Dad works as a plumber down in Alabama, and mom is a nurse upstate. one brother, one sister, that he doesn't speak to. He's just alone. I can tell something happened in his life that makes him keep to himself, but so far, it has never caused any problems for the club, so I won't go prying.

Sheriff Clarkson wasn't wrong about how the media behaved once the details got out. What started as a sympathetic tale of a small community hit with an enormous tragedy, the loss of nine husbands and fathers, soon became a sick and twisted morality play. Initially the victims of a tragic accident, the members of the suburban neighborhood Gentleman's Club were soon exposed for their 'sinful' activities. Graphic footage from a hidden camera was leaked to the press showing the men enjoying their carnal appetites in a VIP room at a nightclub the night before the crash with prostitutes. Some of those young ladies were victims of the same flight and it was discovered that at least three of them ha

I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet. The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed. My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.