The Miles High Club Novels & Stories

Around a thousand people call Peach City home, and the area is sparse with a temperature about five degrees lower than Phoenix, which means it’s still damn hot. The dusty dirt road leading up to the club is shit on a Harley and makes cleaning the filters regularly a must. We thump along over the ruts until the twelve inch wood posts supporting an iron script sign with the club’s name comes into view. I stop and idle as the other four bikes pull up beside me. “Last chance to turn around,” I tell Skull, Johns, Coke, and Vampire. My supporters. The men who are as fed up as I am. Skull brushes his fingers over his bald head before revving his engine. “We’re with you, Dagger,” he says when the no

Miles left his words where they fell and dismissed himself from the office, leaving his twin and father alone to mull over his conviction. Miles had a duffle bag packed within an hour, and his team of six elite warriors, along with Commander Leeds, were loading onto the private jet. There was a small airstrip near the Cherry Ridge pack. It was a short three-hour drive from the designated pack. This airstrip was private land, but luckily, the council had granted permission for the Fisher Brooks pack to utilize it under the guise of helping the investigation. The council believed that Miles would help locate Hilary if she in fact survived, but he couldn’t care less—his focus was on finding Tia

He said frivolously, “Hey beauty, I heard you guys have earned five hundred million dollars worth of membership fee within a week. So how is three hundred million dollars too much?” “If you do pay up, we from Thousand Miles Conglomerate will protect you in the future, and you will be able to earn money in peace. If you have any problems around the area, just give us a call. Our members of Thousand Miles Conglomerate will come to your aids right away.” “On the contrary, if you don’t pay up, that would mean you’d be going up against us, becoming our enemies. It’d be hard to say if you can keep doing your business here then.”

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

Krista said, laughing. "Neither have I," Susan laughed. "Wish I could say I have, but..." Zach said. "Do you hear that a lot?" Krista asked Inga. "Quite often, actually," Inga replied with a smile. "People seem to enjoy becoming members of the Mile-High Club." "We're charter members," Jeanie said, her long, ringleted red hair gathered at her neck, but hanging halfway down her back, a big smile on her emerald-eyed face as she approached. "It's one of the few times that rough air is fun."

Miles said a brief thanks to the universe for that as they pulled up along the building. With the informant's help, they'd known to expect some sort of vacant space. The sign out front billed the brick building as Club Ibiza, though the closed and for rent signs were far more telling. "Shit," he muttered. They'd hoped for a small location. Just looking at the exterior of the club told him they had three floors to cover. Miles picked up his radio. "Activate plan D." He hoped like hell this worked.

Then, she glared at Charlie and groaned, “Charlie, you’ve come to the wrong place today! This is the Moore family’s newly opened high-end Glorious Club and today is its soft launch. The invited guests are all prominent figures in the city. How dare you sneak in here and create trouble! Aren’t you afraid that the security guards are going to drag you out and beat the crap out of you?” Charlie wore an innocent expression on his face. “I’m a member here, why would the security guards want to beat me?” Jeffrey sneered. “Are you f*cking messing with me now? There are only four membership tiers here, Classic, Silver, Gold, and VIP! You are none of these four, how dare you claim that you are a memb

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Bones Gallagher walked into the clubhouse, his every nerve jangling wildly. Something was wrong – very, very wrong – and he didn’t need to know exactly what it was to know that it was true. His gut instincts had served him for his thirty-eight years in MC life, and they’d ensured that he was about to celebrate his sixtieth (and probably last) year on earth. So if they were screaming at him now, he was going to listen hard.

I smirked and looked down at my phone. It's running late. " Let's swim." Bethany said standing up. I got up and dived into the pool with her. She opened a bottle of champagne and bathed me with it. *** ♥ THIRD PERSON POV♥ Deep inside a club in New Orleans, Miles was with his friend drinking and to the merriment of the strippers dancing around the pole. " She's pretty." Miles muttered, mostly to himself. " Really?" His friend asked. " You're in love?" His friend asked again.

" 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.