Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

"We are stable now. You can unfasten your belts and enjoy your flight. Please ensure that you or your kids do no t go near the cubicles marked with green. This is Flyorrdie Airlines, and we wish you a most enjoyable trip." I turned to smirk at him. "I'm sorry, did you want to say something just before she did?" I removed my hand from his and leaned into my seat, taking out my comic which had been starved of attention. A black hand snatches the book out of my grasp and I let out a small cry. "You are so dramatic." He said, folding my page and putting my book away into his back pack. "Let's talk instead." I scrunched my face up at him. "There is nothing to talk about though. Unless you can com

Chapter 13: The Resurrected Sister The flight to the Mediterranean was a journey through a frozen vacuum. They were aboard the Aura, Killian’s long-range stealth jet, cutting through the stratosphere at Mach 0.9 toward a private sanctuary off the coast of Sardinia. The cabin, usually a place of ultimate luxury, felt like a pressurized glass coffin.

“But right now, all I know is that things are messy, confusing, and…maybe a little thrilling.” The plane lurched as it took off, Flora pressing her forehead against the cool window. Below, the city shrunk into a miniature grid of streets and buildings. As the plane ascended into the clouds, a single thought echoed in her mind – this wasn’t the end of her story with Damien Hayes. It was just the beginning of a very interesting complication indeed.

She realized that she had been holding onto the past, onto the memories of her and Gage. When she finished the book, Nicole felt a sense of peace wash over her. She felt like she had finally understood something that she had been trying to figure out for so long. And as she stood up, her hand instinctively went to her belly, where a new life was growing. The airport announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls of the terminal. "Final boarding call for Flight 212 to Paris. All passengers, please board the aircraft at this time."

Maybe he was sitting somewhere, reading that message with the same hollow ache tearing through me now. I turned the phone face down and stared out the window. The city blurred by, gray streets, neon signs, people living normal lives, oblivious to the blood-soaked mess under their feet. I envied them. The flight wasn’t until noon. I bought the ticket without thinking twice, back to the city I’d lived in before everything fell apart. The place where Lily and I shared a shitty two-bedroom apartment that always smelled faintly of coffee and burnt toast. Home. I didn’t even remember the flight. Just flashes, security lines, the hum of engines, a crying baby, the taste of stale coffee on my tongue

“This is no fair, Caelum. You didn’t say.” “What? Don’t tell me that you are going to miss me. Your girl will be so disappointed to know-“ Caelum wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence as a flying book was hurled in his direction, hitting him squarely on the chest. Rause laughed with me as she hid behind the stairs, her raven hair highlighted by the afternoon sun. “Watch it, mortal.” Caelum muttered and I hit his arm with my fist. “No fair! I can’t believe I will be stuck on that ten hour flight. Ten hours of sitting when I can just-ugh!”

" I gave a small nod, turned, and walked away. Jacob started after me, but Wendy clung to him with all her might, refusing to let go. I had no desire to deal with either of them anymore. I left without a word, booked a flight, and went home. When I came back, Jacob was storming down the street. He was red-faced with frustration, while Wendy trailed behind like a scolded child. I didn't know what had happened after I left, and frankly, I didn't care. I slipped the plane ticket into my pocket, ignored the sight of them entirely, and walked into the house.

He doesn't look at the Elders; he looks at me, and for a fleeting second, I see a flicker of something that looks like fear—or perhaps, it is finally the realization that he didn't bring home a wife, but a revolution. The Private Flight The transition back to the "modern" world is jarring. The jet’s engines provide a sterile, mechanical hum that clashes with the ancient, raw silence I’ve left behind. The "ice" between us—the cold, professional distance of the contract—is effectively dead, buried under the snow of the Southern peaks.

Three days in the wilderness with my complicated whatever-Knox-is, his dying ex-fiancée, the man who is Knox’s enemy, and security personnel who are definitely hiding something. What could possibly go wrong? The flight to Fairbanks comes faster than I’m ready for, and I spend most of it pretending to be asleep. It’s easier than navigating the tension that fills the private jet, though invisible but undeniably choking. Knox sits beside me with his hand on my thigh, territorial and possessive, his thumb tracing patterns that might be soothing if I couldn’t feel how rigid the rest of his body is. Across the aisle, Rayana reclines with a sleep mask over her eyes and a blanket tucked around her t

To protect Daisy and me. Leaning my back against the seat, I think of what to do to keep myself busy on the plane. Daisy always sleeps whenever we are traveling. Then it hits me. My book. I got a novel from a bookstore Ashley recommended sometime ago, with the intention of reading it while on the plane, heading back home. Glad for the intervention of Leo, I open the car door and step out. If he hadn't come, we would have been halfway to the airport before I realized it.