Flight 828 소설 & 이야기

I wondered if it smelled anything like strawberries, sunshine, and baby shampoo. I should have fought harder. I should have... No. I should not take the blame. I was helpless. It was not my fault. I closed my eyes and took a breath that did not make it all the way down. Regrets had already filled half my suitcase, and I could not carry any more. Overhead, the announcement speakers crackled to life: Flight 226 to Zurich is now boarding at Gate fourteen.

“Gather Alaska and follow. I won’t be able to fully make it there.” “I will follow you wherever needed.” Andrew spoke as he raced back to the bush and grabbed the little fluff ball. She barked happily to see her mommy who smiled at her. Andrew opened up his beautiful Midnight wings with a large smile. He missed them so much. Took him a second more to get in the air as he had to get used to them once more but it didn't take too long before he was able to keep up with the fast pace Anya had set.

“ Oh ! Right ! I forgot you are an old woman . Thanks for reminding me . I almost mistook you for a young girl since you were thinking of finding a hot guy . But , aren’t you being a bit too much of a pervert by hunting innocent young hot guys ? “ said Alex with a smile . ‘ ….Hmmmm………What’s gotten into him ? ‘ thought Ayla with a smirk . “ I am sure to beat him up if you don’t keep him under control . “ said Amra . “ Why are you angry when you were the one who called yourself my elder ? “ said Alex . “ You….. “ said Amra annoyed then the speaker of the airport turned on . “ The passengers of flight two to Germany , please go to gate B13 . “ said the speaker . “ Heard that ? Stop your quarrel

Everyone was paranoid, but the pilot was trying to get us to relax through the intercom, but it was not working. My brows furrowed, this was A 587. There should be nothing wrong with the flight en route to Germany. "A 587," I mumbled.. the plane was still bumpy but the pilot was managing. Today was the 18th of June, I remembered, and then my eyes went wide as my heartbeat spiked up. A 587, how could I forget that unfortunate accident where a flight heading to Germany crashed in a forest, leading to the loss of many lives?

Chapter 28 THE AIRPORT Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome on board. Flight reference MB3R2H. This is Captain James Toner speaking, and I have some information about our flight. Our flight time today will be 10:00am UTC+8, and our estimated time of arrival in the United States is 11:00 pm UTC+8. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seats or in the overhead compartments.

I heard him trying to take the conversation like adults rather than screaming and I smiled internally whispering her name ‘Ishita'. "Thank god, Andres. You guys are fine. And, I'm also fine. I board the jet as Noah told me. He told me to board the G85 of Boeing and I did that but after that only I knew that this flight did not belong to Noah's friend but some other one" She spoke confusedly and I too got confused more. "What the hell…" My confusion only increased when I heard another voice from the other side of the call and I identified that it was Herman Mathews.

he adds. "Thank you!" I mumble. "Why, thank you, Ms. Damara," he says politely. I think he's pleased, but I'm not sure. We ride into the night in silence for a while. The bright spot is that Milan is slowly getting more significant. "Sea-Tac Navigation Ultradeep Matisse. Flight plan to Milan in place. Please proceed and standby. Over." "This is Ultradeep Matisse, understood Sea-Tac. Standing by, over and out."

It was a pain in the fucking ass. I dodged a mother with a stroller and a slow-moving group of students in obnoxious neon green T-shirts. The gate numbers whizzed by in a blur until I found the one I was looking for. My stomach sank when I saw the empty seating area and closed door leading to the jetway. “Flight 298. Did it leave?” I demanded of the attendant behind the counter. “Yes, I’m afraid the plane took off a few minutes ago, sir,” she said apologetically. “If you would like to book another flight—”

" Mom nudged me. "About what?" I asked, furrowing my brows. Sometimes her logic made no sense to me. "Can you relate to the music?" She smirked and teased me about the background music, which was playing Favorite Lesson. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, ignoring her teasing. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we are now inviting all passengers on Flight PR 012, with service from Manila to Amsterdam, to proceed to Gate 15 for boarding…’ Finally! ✧✧✧

Chloe teased, pulling back and giving her a wink. “I’ll try my best,” Isabella replied, though the gravity of her words hung in the air. There were things, deep inside her, that she wasn’t sure how to handle. She didn’t want to burden Chloe with it, not now. But she couldn’t deny that a part of her felt like she was drifting alone, without her anchor. Before she could say more, the announcement rang out over the intercom: “Flight 492 to Paris is now boarding. All passengers, please proceed to gate B12.”