Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

And when I got bored, I ate a nice meal while watching anime, then read a novel. Slept off while gaming online at this point I was convinced my mom and I suffered severe anxiety. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Paris, please..." the lead flight attendant announced then trailed off and my eyes drew to the reason. My heart stopped as I saw it... The airplane's wing was on fire.

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry ~ Robert Burns As the aircraft speedily floated downwards to touch the ground, Maahi stared outside seeing nothing, clutching the armrests of her first-class window seat with dear life. When, after an eternity, her flight landed on the airstrip with a muted thud and a slight jerk to her person, she sagged back in relief. Thanking God for landing safely, she instinctively turned her head to check on her brother. He was smiling at her from across the aisle, shaking his head. He always found her fear of flying amusing. Maahi grinned back trying to hide her unease. He did not know that while she hated flying, she hated airports more.

In no case, only up to five, but I left an honest review for them on the website itself. I ate breakfast at the airport cafeteria and waited for about an hour before boarding the plane. I glanced at the land of England through the window when we were already mid-air. Trying to leave all the bad memories and the pain. I took a direct flight and spent almost my whole time reading a novel on an online platform I discovered. I enjoyed reading to the point that I didn't even notice how much time I spent on that site. I enjoyed every chapter of it because I could relate. It was about a woman who was also cheated on by her husband, and she's a fierce one and a fighter who takes her revenge.

He looked into her eyes uncomfortably as he swallowed. "And so I had done it Lou. I agreed to work for them. I took the next available flight to Europe, and never looked back or reached out to you for fear of putting you in danger." He looked into her eyes as she reached out for his hand to console him, wiping away a stray tear with her other free hand.

NEW BEGINNINGS (Serena's POV) The airport was crowded even at this late hour. I sat in the departure lounge, holding Isabella close while trying to ignore the stares from other passengers. My face had been all over the news as the woman Eleanor Blackwood had heroically saved from a deranged stalker. I checked my boarding pass again. Flight 447 to Los Angeles, departing in thirty minutes. A new city, a new life, a new chance to disappear from Eleanor's reach.

The car ride to the airport took what felt like an eternity, but we eventually got to the airport, and for the first time in my life I finally felt free, and in control of my own life. I walked towards the check-in and grabbed my boarding pass before heading through security and waiting to board my flight in the main area. I sat in the lounge and waited as I pulled out a book to read. The plot of this book was all over the place, but it was a good read nonetheless. The main character’s life resembled mine in a way, except she ran away from a toxic family. I finished the last few pages of the book, as it only got interesting later on, which was refreshing. The announcer told everyone to board

The woman gave me a dirty look for reading over her shoulder and angled the magazine away from me, flipping to a new story about a basketball star’s lavish wedding. I sighed and looked out the window. Who would ever believe that shy, cautious Emma would marry, let alone marry a billionaire on vacation? I put my own headphones on and tried to settle into the chair. It was going to be a long flight home and the ache in my heart wasn’t going to speed things up. Maybe if I fell asleep, I thought. I felt the plane bank slightly as I drifted off, Jack’s smile filling my dreams. Time to go home. ***

Life is too short, to dwell on sad things for long, which is why Augustus Hale, always believed in moving forward with the best memories. He was a positive person, but at the same time sensitive, and he acknowledged all his flaws, because he was aware of the beauty of imperfection. He let his passionate and dreamy soul guide him towards his destiny, like a free bird, who fell a lot of times, before finally relishing the joy of flight. Coming to London was a hasty decision all together, but his friend Austin had saved him from regretting it.

" I stayed at the hospital for two more days. Long enough to confirm that her body was no longer in danger after the miscarriage and that the medication temporarily stabilized her emotions. Then, calmly, I blocked everything related to Clara. Then, I bought a one-way ticket to Northspire. As I boarded the plane, I remembered five years ago, when I clutched another one-way ticket and flew without hesitation to Northwood City–the city where she was. Back then, I believed love could overcome anything. Now I was holding another one-way ticket, flying south to a place where she was not .

"Not of Damian. Not of prison. I’m terrified that when this is all over, you’ll realize you don't need a monster to protect you anymore. And you'll leave again." I unbuckled my belt and moved to his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as the small plane bucked in the turbulence. "I'm not going anywhere, Ethan. We're in the 'Aftermath' now. And the only way out is through." He held me then, his face buried in my neck, as we flew south toward the heat, the humidity, and the final reckoning. The "Ghost Flight" was our sanctuary, a moment of suspended animation between the lives we had lost and the war we were about to start.