Flight 828 Novels & Stories

he says and my smile appears because it's my dad who's making me smile once again. They all know the struggles I've had. The panic attacks and anxiety attacks over the years. The hospital visits and mental health checks. I mean they always told me I was special but I never believed why. "This is the final reminder for passengers of flight 821 travelling from Portland International to LAX to proceed to boarding gate 33. Doors will be closing shortly" Once again I feel rushed. I feel like everything works out so well only for something other than plans to happen. "Dad! Dad I have to go, my boarding gate closes soon"

“Really?” He ran his hands through his hair. “Yes, really. Unlike everyone else around here, I'm not blind to all the mystifying occurrences happening in the world. That is why I'm here...to put an end to it. And you’re the ideal candidate that I need on my team.” I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “My condolences to you about your sister, but you should know...flight 823, the plane she was supposed to be on, mysteriously vanished,” he revealed, still without emotion.

about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

I flashed out a sarcastic smile and then looked directly into his eyes. "I am protecting what's mine, Sebastian," I uttered without breaking off the gaze. "Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you." Sebastian let out a deep breath after hearing that announcement after a while he turned his head to Atasha.

Dylan gave him an angry sigh. "Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Spain. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you" they heard the announcement. "Lets go its time" said Juan. "Thank Goodness we have asked Jane, if Lilli can travel" said Anna. "I am fine, she said I can: said Lilli,

“And weren’t there numbers on it? I remember it was… 1107?” The question was full of traps. With fear gripping her, it would have been easy for Sunny to be led into it. Leon braced himself, his hands curled into fists inside his coat. But in the next second, he slowly relaxed them. He heard Sunny say timidly, “No… not 1107. It was flight BY 981, BH 159, 327… the others, I can’t remember.” In truth, Sunny did remember riding on a very luxurious plane marked 1107.

"Not helping and you have enough holes in you now. So shut the fuck up unless you have something useful to say." I rolled my lips in. I hadn't actually meant to say that, but I couldn't really let them know my brain/mouth filter wasn't really working in top form right now. Must be the blood loss. My phone rang again. I made sure to look at the number this time. Sighed in relief. "Ambright." "I've got a plane number for you," Babs said. "Hold on," I put her on speaker. "Go." "NC284G03. ETA Moscow, roughly five hours. We can have a team waiting there. Say the wor-"

It was deep, strong, an epitome of masculinity… Okay, I wouldn't fool myself any more. I wasn't attracted to the voice, but the message that was delivered instead. It, together with my hallucinatory music put me on top of the world. "Flight 224JF of Gaspare Moreno Airway suffered a bomb attack this afternoon. The flight which was destined for Bangkok was the target for a suicide bomber. Many are feared dead; others in critical condition. Cherry Hilton joins us live from Canberra…" My lips spread out in a handsome smile as the news report continued. This was life. Beauty in its true essence.

Of trying to explain why Mommy had to leave. But I had to try. For Johnson. For myself. For Luna. I pressed purchase. The confirmation email came through immediately. *Flight 847 to home. Departure: 8:45 PM.* I grabbed my bag. Took one last look around Johnson's apartment. I silently hoped he wouldn't stay mad at me for long. Then I left.