Flight 828 Novels & Stories

He was disappointed, he thought Timothy had gotten rid of all the CCTV captures of him coming to the hotel. “So, Mr. Banks. Would you like to start talking, or would you want your lawyer to come first? What is it going to be?” the inspector asked Felix. Felix huffed silently. KHLOE’S POV “This is Artis Airline, passengers.” “Flight BA333 is now boarding” “Flight UA666 has been canceled” “Flight SA999 has been delayed”. The airport was so busy. I was waiting in a queue for my flight ticket to be checked in. I saw several visitors waiting for their loved ones raising cardboards and well-wishing cards. I smiled back at a little girl who complimented me for being beautiful.

I say while continuing to shake him. "Calm down, we won't be the first ones on board," he assures me, waving me off and grabbing his bag. "Flight 227 is now boarding to Hawaii," I hear over the loudspeaker. "We're going to Hawaii?" I nearly scream in a hushed tone. "Surprise," Mark responds with a smile, and we begin walking to the gate, taking our seats in first class.

From there, it surveyed the forest below, as if keeping a watchful eye over everything. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning lit up the atmosphere, and before I knew it, the old tree had caught fire. Flames quickly consumed the tree, burning the cardinal with it. For a moment, I thought it was all over, but the bird flapped its wings with all its might, defying gravity, and rising up into the air once again. As the fire scorched its feathers, they grew back stronger and brighter than before. The fire disappeared as quickly as it started, and the cardinal took to the sky once more, leaving a trail of blackened smoke behind it.

I brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her forehead. We finally made it through security. When the officer waved us through, the tightness around my chest eased just enough for me to take a full breath. Not because we were safe. But because we'd made it one step closer. As we reached the gate, the attendant's voice echoed through the terminal. "Flight 248 to New York is now boarding all passengers." People immediately began lining up, wheeling their suitcases behind them. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my grip on Lily's hand.

Then he quickly stared away from her, avoiding meeting her eyes. It was clear that there was tension between the both of them. That's while they drove to the airport in separate vehicles, and yet neither of them felt like talking about it. “Are you ready?” Dax asked. “Yeah,” Carmen mumbled. "This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight 89B. Please proceed to gate three immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call. Thank you."

"I never asked you to love me. You did that on your own. And It's so annoying how you always guilt-trip me like I dragged you into this and failed to be committed. But although I wasn't the one who told you to love me the way you do, I'm going to be generous and tell you this; forget you ever met someone named Adelina Marrow. Erase me from your memory. But if for some reason you find it difficult to do so, deal with every cross that comes with loving an ungrateful and bittered woman like me and stop whining in my fucking ears, Romeo." "What the fuck is wrong with you, Addie—" "—Good afternoon, passengers!" I jolt when the familiar voice echoes again, "This is the pre-boarding announcement fo

Why'd she promise him that if she knew she's going to leave? They reached the gate in about five minutes, and it's locked as expected. “Open the doors! It's a royal order.” Dan held the medallion up for the staff there to see. “And call the crew for Umani Air flight 3138 to halt take off immediately.” The lady bowed at Isaac, who stopped right in front of the door, waiting for her to do the needful. She did and picked the telephone to place the call. He walked out and stood in the open space, the strong air slapping his face added to his spite as he stared at the plane running down the runway.

They're chatting away about skiing or hiking or something like that. The plane surges forward and starts taxiing toward the runway. Anthony grabs my hand and gratefully, I look up at him. He mouths "I got you". He knows how much I hate takeoffs and landings. I'm so grateful to him for this. Looking out for me wasn't in the contract but he's doing this anyway. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be cruising at an altitude of approximately thirty-two thousand feet. Our estimated flight time is three hours forty-eight minutes" Scott announces "You are now free to move about the cabin" Susana appears abruptly from the galley "May I offer anyone coffee?"

"Mommy!" The little girl broke free from the man and ran over to me. My daughter, Rachel Larson, was six years old. On that trip to Kappa City, Ian and Rache departed a few days later than me. After a few days of not seeing me, she missed me terribly. I was busy dealing with her, not noticing Howard's ugly expression. "When on earth did you have a daughter?" "I forgot to tell you. I've gotten remarried. This is my husband and daughter."

The gallery buzzes with confused anticipation. "The first piece of evidence," Elder James announces, "is video footage from December 24th. From the first-class bathroom corridor of Flight 847 from Seattle to Anchorage." No. The screen comes to life. The footage is black and white, slightly grainy, clearly from a security camera positioned in the airplane corridor. I watch in horror as I appear on screen first, walking toward the bathroom alone. Just a woman heading to the restroom. Nothing unusual. I enter the bathroom. A few minutes pass. Then Knox appears, striding down the same corridor with the confidence of a man who owns every space he enters.