Where Is 'The Passenger' Set?

"Sorry, but we've oversold the seats in this flight. We'll give you a compensation. Please get off the plane right now." The manager of the airline company keeps a firm grip on my luggage. I look at him coldly before turning to look at the woman, who's covered in branded apparel from head to toe. After all, the manager has just welcomed her onto the plane. "Why does that latecomer get to board the plane? Meanwhile, I'm the one who's bought my own ticket at the regular price, am the one who gets kicked off the plane!" The manager chortles in return. He lowers his voice before mocking me, "That's because she's Kellie Castille, the heiress of the top-tier medical conglomerate in Jorleton! She's in a hurry to travel to Jorleton to hire the mysterious miracle doctor in order to save her life! "I don't care how urgent your matter is—there's no way it can be even more urgent than Ms. Castille's! If you cause any sort of delay to her business, nothing you do can ever make it up to her! Now hurry up and get off the plane!" A few security guards drag me off the plane forcibly. Just like that, I'm forced to watch the door close before my eyes. Fury courses through my veins at that moment. According to the manager, that Kellie woman is afflicted with a terminal disease. What he doesn't know is that I'm the "mysterious miracle doctor" who the Castilles have been begging for the past three months to accept their request. Today is the day I finally agree to fly to Jorleton in order to perform the life-saving surgery on Kellie. Since Kellie has already kicked me off the flight, I won't be going through with the surgery, then. Kellie can go to hell for all I care!

Happiness is a luxury, why didn't God let me receive it, or because my fate was so unlucky that I didn't receive love and protection in the first place? So maybe I have never found my happiness and home so that I can understand how sacred that feeling is, so I appreciate it so much. "Hurry up and go, live like a normal person, have a normal life. Be like everyone else, laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. Feel those emotions." ............. "Chen, hold my hand, are we a family now?" "It's okay, Clause Chen, I promise to never deceive or harm you. Come back here, from now on this will be my home, your family." The child still stood there silently looking at the outstretched arms in front of him, neither saying anything nor taking it. What are emotions? What is love? Rain has fallen! Perhaps God is crying for that child or is he crying for the child's journey ahead with no hope left?

My story revolves around Molly who conspires with Samantha, the wife of a prominent TV host to expose him for being unfaithful so that she could make his competition to rise which ironically is the fact that The TV host Charlie is a show host for a cheaters show.

Richard, a 49 year old widower with two daughters. Richard had spent his life devoting his time to his girls and to his work. Ava, a 23 year old girl from a countryside with little or no knowledge on how to survive in Bellamy- city of bright lights and dreams and fortunes. These two crossing paths could only be coincidental as they lead different lives with a huge age gap between. But, maybe they were waiting for each other all their lives to fill the gaps. It would take a lot to be together. But how much can one take? An angry girlfriend. A selfish daughter. They'll find out that love is never enough!

'So here I lay here in the cold, mentally shattered, physically broken, bleeding out and waiting for the sweet silence and darkness of death to come finally take its hold on me. A lot of things start to run through my head, things I don't want to think about right now. So I force myself to realize and accept one final bitter truth, he never loved me.' When Nova Storms meets her Mate, she prays for the best and expects the worst. Though her image of the worst was nothing compared to what he actually did to her. Unfortunately she didn't see it coming until it was too late. Left for dead, she waits. Cursing the Moon Goddess for her tortured life, when something unexpected happens; or someone I should say.

On my third day driving for a ride-hailing app, I picked up a female passenger who was completely wasted. Early the next morning, the police knocked on my door. At the station, the woman pointed straight at my face and screamed, "It was this driver! He raped me while I was drunk in the car. I’m still bleeding down there!" Her boyfriend lunged at me, trying to punch me, but the officers restrained him. People at the station started pulling out their phones to record, shouting insults like "scumbag" and "pervert" at me. An officer who wore a gloomy face asked, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I calmly took off my baseball cap. I even thought about unbinding my chest. "Officer, there’s something I’m really curious about. I’m a woman. With what, exactly, would I have made her bleed?"