Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

Now he was married to her. I clenched my jaw. Not for long. --------- The jet waited under the floodlights of the private runway, sleek and silent. I climbed aboard, nodding briefly to Josiah who was my pilot and the crew before taking my usual seat by the window. The engines hummed to life as rain began to fall again, thin ribbons streaking across the glass. When the plane lifted off, Manhattan dissolved beneath me, swallowed by clouds. I closed my eyes, letting the rhythmic roar of the engines pull me into thought.

What if Bonus Chapter 2: What If They Met at an Airport Delay? Eli POV The departure board glowed an angry, unforgiving red in the bustling international terminal, the word DELAYED stamped across every single flight like a cruel cosmic punchline. My connection to London had already been pushed back six hours, then eight, and now it sat at “indefinite.” I slumped deeper into the stiff plastic chair near Gate 12, backpack wedged protectively between my feet. My worn copy of *Midnight’s Children* lay open on my lap, pages barely turning despite my best efforts. Silver nail polish chipped at the edges from anxious tapping, ink smudges stained my fingers from frantic thesis notes scribbled during

I sighed wishing they would hurry up and let us board. The flight home wasn't bad, the first class section hardly had anyone in it. I read most of the way home to keep my mind off of Seth and on the Zombie apocalypse. I was obsessed with anything Zombie related. This particular book followed a girl who had been separated from her group and was trying to make her way back. It was actually really good and made the flight go by.

CHAPTER TWO GUNS AND ROSES MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... "Ladies and gentleman, flight 562 will be arriving in South carolina shortly.Please put on your seat belts and prepare for landing." My eyes shot open at the sound of the pilot's voice and it took a while for me to register my surroundings and regain proper consciousness. It was not long after a few glances i knew i was on a plane escaping from an hell hole.

Charlotte finally said, leaving. Jessi locked up, and silently rolled her luggage straight to her room. Once there, she abandoned it by the side, slipped off her heels, and collapsed face first into her pillow, staining it with dark patches almost immediately. *** “I didn’t expect that you’d be back so soon, sir,” Jon said, helping James with his luggage. “Me neither,” James replied, following him into the house as the airport taxi pulled away from them.. “The plan changed. It was a horrible idea to go to France.”

Chapter Five Priscilla’s POV I had booked the flight using my mother’s maiden name, trying to leave every single trace of Priscilla Cross behind in Chicago. I only had two small suitcases with me, filled with just the bare essentials and a heart that felt completely shattered into tiny pieces. During the flight to Seattle, I didn't watch the tiny TV screen or read any books. I just stared out the small airplane window, watching the clouds pass by while resting a trembling hand over my flat stomach.

Heading to the library alone, I feel sadder the more I am getting nearer to my destination. “I don’t like this.” I mumble while pouting my lips. Airo isn’t here today so I took the book he always reads. It’s my time to fill my head with some useful information about this so-called parallel universe. I spend the rest of my time reading it even though most of it seems impossible to understand. I could get a nosebleed with this out of the world’s words. Closing the book, I just notice a man in all poker glaring at me.

It was in that confined space, surrounded by strangers and the hum of the plane's engines, that her emotional barriers crumbled. As the plane ascended into the sky, Ezra's heart felt heavy. The emptiness that had consumed her three years ago returned with a vengeance. The memories of her departure rushed back, haunting her with the weight of unspoken goodbyes and the pain of separation. Unbeknownst to the passengers around her, tears streamed down her cheeks. The flight became a journey not just across physical distances, but through the corridors of her own emotions. Restlessness gripped her heart throughout the entire flight. The in-flight announcements and the monotonous drone of the engi

I gave him space the moment we got into the plane and now I couldn’t wait for us to take off. “You seem so… familiar with the environment… I had guessed this was your first flight, am I wrong?” He asked. There was a book in his hand, it had his total attention, he wasn’t even looking at me, but I felt my stomach fold and an uneasy feeling swim in me at the sound of his voice. I fixed a certain boldness I didn’t feel in my voice and attempted to act nonchalant. “It’s my first flight.” I kept it short, if I spoke more words, the dread I was feeling might slip into it.

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h