Avión Novels & Stories

She had gone to the bathroom to ease herself and she came out to meet someone in the doorway. “Holy Jesus! You scared me. Jeez! This loo ain’t for the gents, please.” Ava was still holding her chest and she was trying to control her breathing. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to talk to you?” “Here?” “Uhm, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Bern…”

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Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

And there, gleaming like a silver predator in the faint light from the runway, was their salvation: a Pilatus PC-12, a single-engine turboprop, sleek, fast, and capable of landing on impossibly short runways. “Can you fly it?” Anton asked. His breath plumed in the chilly hangar air. “I can fly anything with wings and an engine,” Sabe replied, already at the control panel by the hangar door. He found the release, and the electric motor whirred, slowly drawing the massive door open, revealing the airstrip. “Get in. Strap in tight. This won’t be a scheduled flight.”

The list which we got the items are in my and Eli's cart but we just have to take soft drinks but we are unable to decide which one tastes good and we are arguing for the last ten minutes on this topic. " seriously scar you have a bad taste. Fanta is too sweet and it is for kids and we are not kids anymore and the sprite is for adults means us, we are adults" Eli said pointing towards the sprite and putting it in the cart. " no Eli there is nothing like for kids and grown-ups, Fanta is for everyone, and no it's not that sweet and the sprite is just sparkling water with a small bit of sweetness that's it but Fanta it has flavor to it and we are taking Fanta and that's final," I said removing

before I hoisted her up over my shoulder and marched through the airport with her kicking and screaming, but I didn't mind, Let people stare, at this moment all I can focus on is the tingling sensation zapping through me from the mate bond connection and I know she can feel it too, I can sense how much she wants to hurt me but at the same time wrap her arms around me. As soon as we are on the plane I nod to the pilots "Get us in the air" "Yes boss" And while everyone gets comfortable I head to the bedroom at the back of the plane, once the doors closed I literally throw my perfect mate onto the bed just to rial her up a bit "You fucking pig, I'm gonna break your fucking neck" she yells stum

VICTOR I shuffled in my seat, feeling my ass go numb after the third hour of not moving. Dea was on that God damned plane alone with no one to protect her. I tried my utmost best to get onto the same flight as her but to no avail. The very next flight which left after her was the one I knew I had to book. "Stop moving, big man. I'm trying to sleep over here," Saint grumbled, peaking an eye open at me.

A beautiful, sleek-looking airplane is waiting for us. Emblazoned on the side in large golden lettering is the word “Cruz”. My jaw drops. “You have a private jet?!” I gasp. Aiden chuckles. “What, don’t like the color?” He teases. I punch his shoulder playfully.

Cadon asked, looking at the outside of the plane to see if he could tell. “It’s an airplane, Cadon,” Elliott said, completely straight faced. Putting his arms out to his sides, he continued, “You know? Vrooommm vrooom!” Holding a hand to his forehead, Cadon took a few deep breaths. “What kind of plane is it?” “Oh. A trashed one,” Elliott nodded. “It’s a G five,” Brandon said. “We used to have eight of these. It looks like there’s another one down there.” He pointed off into the distance.