Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

He looked up at the flight board. The last flight of the night: JFK → Geneva. Their final doorway. "One last flight, Agent," Luca murmured. "After this—silence." They moved through the empty halls with the weightless ease of two men who were no longer officially alive. The new passports scanned clean. No alarms. No questions. --- The flight was long and painfully quiet. Luca slept for the first time in days, head resting against Ethan’s shoulder, his body finally giving up the fight. Ethan didn’t sleep. He stared out the window at the darkness shrinking behind them.

¶ Ronin PoV¶ Finally after 24 hours long flight journey, my flight landed at Santa Blanc airport. This was the most long awaited journey of my life compared to living alone a doomed life in London without my love. Every hour sitting on that plane was torturous for me. All night I did not even blink my eyes because sleep was nowhere near me. So many thoughts were running in my mind, thinking how my Aiyla would react seeing me, hearing my voice. Would she forgive me for what I have done to her, for how I left her without saying a word.

She knew her journey would be long so she chose to open the book Brida by Paulo Coelho to read. Almost after 10 long hours, Iris's flight landed in Seattle bringing goosebumps to her skin. She was excited to see her old two-story building and her father taking care of the garden her mother made with her own hands. She was excited to see her old childhood room and her leftover memories. Seattle's weather wasn't good either. She looked through the window and saw it was raining there. Keeping her book in her backpack she grabbed the coat to wrap around her body. Taking her luggage from the luggage belt the moment she stepped out of the airport a strange cold wind hit her body making her shiver

The writing could happen. He looked out the window. The apron was busy in the particular way of an airport in the afternoon—the arrivals from the morning now departing, the planes being turned around quickly enough that the schedule could be maintained. He watched a plane taxi to the runway, pause, accelerate, lift. The lift was always the moment that held his attention on flights: the transition from ground to air, from one state of being to another, the specific quality of leaving the earth behind. He had been flying for decades, since his early business trips in his twenties, and the lift still moved him. It still produced in him a small thrill, a recognition that something extraordinary

My fate might be sealed for now, but the future was unwritten. ^^^ The flight to Paris had been a whirlwind of new experiences. It was my first time on a plane, and every moment felt surreal, from the takeoff that left my stomach fluttering, to the clouds that stretched endlessly beneath us, like a vast sea of white. But while I nervously clutched the armrest, trying to mask my excitement and fear, Russo sat beside me with the calm demeanor of someone who had done this a thousand times. His hands were crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if he were already miles away in his thoughts.

“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.

What I didn't tell them was that I was running away from a crumpled CVS receipt and the look on Dominic Thorne’s face when he tucked it into his pocket. The flight was a nightmare of recycled air and the smell of airplane omelets, which, as it turns out, is the ultimate biological weapon against a woman in her first trimester. I spent most of the eleven-hour journey locked in the tiny lavatory, whispering to my stomach that we were almost at the finish line. We just need to get to the villa, Sera, I told myself, splashing cold water on my face. He’s a billionaire. He’s busy. He has companies to merge and people to fire. He won't chase a ghost across the Atlantic.

But now, I was ready to help provide for them and ease their struggles. The second the plane came to a complete stop and the sweet brunette flight attendant gave us the 'okay' to move, everyone jumps out of their seats and race to get their luggage out from the top compartments and leave the tiny plane. Luckily thought I was seated next to the window. So I don't have to deal with people pushing and shoving me around or be forced to stand in the crowd, getting squished in the process. Knowing firsthand on how long it actually takes for people to get off a flight, I had a good fifteen minutes before I would get up and grab my things, so I just remain seated. Meanwhile to pass the time I pull o

Alicia’s POV I remembered the plane ride, or at least the beginning of it. Throughout the way there, after Mikael had revealed we would be going on vacation, i had been brimming with excitement without fail. Once I settled in by Mikael’s side, a feeling akin to contentment washed over me, and I leaned into him, inhaling his cologne that suited him to a tee, and the sound of him turning over the pages of the book he was reading - a Fantasy novel, which I could hardly believe - was soothing to my ears. It wasn’t long until the buzz of the champagne kicked in and my body melted into his. Slowly I drifted off without meaning to, unaware of what else would happen.

Forbidden 24 I take my window seat in the back of the plane. Waiting for other passes to board the plane I turn on my aeroplane mood and open the new novel I started reading the novel I have always wanted to read but my whole life event has not allowed me to even start the first page. When I checked online I was advised to see a therapist but I am not interested in talking to someone I do not even know.