Romans & histoires The Miles High Club

Agatha was with Mickey, staying past dismissal to clean PERSEPHONE-11 while Isa took a nap in the corner. At 6:31, no visible sunlight in the sky remained aside from the faded twinkle of the stars and the occasional blink of flight-crafts. The Midnight Club made a rendezvous on the 7-11 a block away from Van Duke. Dean was there first, carrying a knapsack that contained two bottles of pink gin and a stack of disposable cups. Gwyneth came five minutes after, then Mickey, then Isaac, then Agatha, and Isa. “Yes, we’re fucking rulebreakers that’s what we are,” Dean laughed.

Miles POV “Okay. You’ve got this, Miles.” I muttered under my breath and brushed off my jacket. I took another glance at the signpost and then marched into the clubhouse. I’ve never been this depressed since the switch happened. I’m so bored to death that I decided to storm VISTAS, the clubhouse. I made my way into the building and walked past the crowded people. Disco lights were shining around the room as music blasted through the speakers. The room was crowded and no one seemed to mind. People danced, drank, and flirted.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

I loved to watch her eyes widen when city lights rolled past the windshield. “This is huge,” she breathed. “Do you own all of this? This entire city?” I huffed a laugh. “No. Just a few floors in a few buildings.” I glanced at her. “But it’s more than enough.” Our first stop was one of my mile-high clubs, Inferno, which was sixty floors up. She was bubbling with excitement. Wearing a sapphire silk blouse with white skirt, she looked epitome of beauty. As we got into the mirrored elevators, I couldn’t help holding her hand in mine. And goddess, how proud I was to be beside her. When the doors opened, bass trembled beneath our feet. The place was luxurious with dark leather, floor-to-ceiling wi

“That makes sense. We’d have less attacks, even rogue ones, if everyone had a wall like yours.” “Precisely. One of those packs, obviously, is Bleeding Moon. I like to fly below the radar. So when I’m in town on meetings, I like to go out. Be it good food or drinks, as soon as official business is taken care of, I’m enjoying myself. One night, I was at Club Amnesia.” Club Amnesia was only the #1 place to be when the sun set. I’ve never been, but I hear there’s a year long wait list to get a table. I only know this because of Liz. She uses it for her Mythinder dates.

“That are the details about the club he owned. It’s called The Hightower Club. It’s an elite club. Most guests were VIPs, celebrities, and even politicians. It has a good reputation, surprisingly.” “He’s not an ordinary man to run a club like this. I know this club. What else?” “He’s a wealthy man, Luke. Hightower Club has a branch in London. It’s bigger than the one in Boston.” I gritted through my teeth. This man was something. I scrolled to the next page. It was the list of his VIP guests in London. I found tons of celebrities on the list. “Do you think he may be in London?” I queried.

"Do you think he would have given you the money if I wasn't here?" "Yeah, I know and I am sorry sis!" Miles apologized to her. "I'll be careful next time." After this, both left the scene and went to the top-most floor of the same building, which happened to be on the 23rd floor of the enormous building. This enormous building was owned by the clan 'Ghost Ravens'. Ghost Ravens were also a big deal among all the top ranking clans.

replied Hyun Jin coldly. “That will not be a case in this club, Blood Moon” said Jisung while showing his cell phone to Hyun Jin and continued, “It says, it is one of the costliest clubs in the whole world. They only allow 50 people at a time. Not much people could get inside as it is really very costly. You have to make a reservation one month ahead, if you want to throw a party” said Jisung in an admiring tone. He loves extravagant things.

The Moon Club is a popular spot among the wealthy socialites of LA, mostly because it’s a place where you’re likely to run into affluent men. Hannah is a regular there, not because she’s looking to snag a rich husband, but because she’s taken a liking to one of the waiters at the club. For the past six months, she’s been frequenting the place so often that she even managed to get a membership card.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.