Flight Of Passage Book Novels & Stories

Hopefully, Rose hadn’t picked up on it. Everyone looked up at the monitors when their flight was being announced by a disembodied woman’s voice, “This is a boarding call for Flight 7, Glentral to San Francisco. Boarding call for Flight 7, please proceed to Gate 3.” Andrea looked at everyone in a panic. Can she really just drop and leave everything behind? Yes, she’s had the worst experiences here. But she also had the best ones that she was sure can never be topped. That one, blissful year she had with Sebastian was the happiest she ever got to be.

And it’s even more insulting that now he no longer cares about me. When they announced the start of check-in for our flight, Reed caught me by surprise. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I stared at him without hiding. He chuckled smugly, gathered his things and walked past me. All I had to do was rush after him, as red as a cancer. Before passing through passport control, there was a chaotic queue, I was unceremoniously bypassed several times, and I, like a meerkat, craned my neck, trying not to lose Reed in the crowd. When a family of five loaded with bags rushed past me, I awkwardly dropped my ticket with my passport. As soon as I sat down and reached for my documents, a strange hand

Reeva Despite Elaine’s teasing that had me unpacking my books, I did sneak one of them into my carry-on, thinking I’d have plenty of time to read on the flight to Green Mountain. I even chose the book I’m reading now about Green Mountain, figuring I could use the knowledge. But I’d forgotten how fascinated I am by flight. Everything about this airplane, from the number of rivets holding it together to how fast it can fly, amazes me. So, I spend zero time reading for the entire flight and just sit here in awe of it all.

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

There was no violent tearing this time, only a hollow silence, as though something had been removed so completely that nothing remained behind. Ahead, the private pack flight gate glowed with dim blue light. I tightened my grip on the boarding pass and walked forward.

she said lightly, pulling her luggage behind her. He chuckled under his breath, following her as they handed their passports to the attendant. Everything felt strangely surreal, the polished marble floors, the faint scent of jet fuel in the air, the quiet hum of engines outside the window. For Ylmaz, it wasn’t the first time flying first class, but something about this trip, about Deborah....made his pulse quicken. Once their tickets were cleared, they made their way down the jet bridge. The view outside revealed a sleek white private aircraft gleaming under the early afternoon sun.

Mom answered, and I was confused for a second until she rushed chanting words from the book; Ruby and her brothers were trying to get to her, but the line stopped them. “Can you fly? Jump up?” “It's too high.” “We have to stop her!” I couldn't move to help, so I just watched and prayed they would do something; she couldn't get away with all this. With all the lives she took. Well, it seemed they had finally found a way, as a strip of the line was cut, making it possible to cross, Ruby did but it was too late as Mom jumped into the book, which opened like a mouth, and it happened so fast that it was suddenly rising from the ground, wings developing on its sides as it tried to fly; it was goin

But why is my heart acting like no time has passed, and that we are teens again? I take my book out of the pouch pocket and start reading my new book, wanting to pass the time before we land. I get stuck in the book, starting to get invested in what happens behind closed doors in this chocolate factory. I glance over at Greg to see that he’s fallen back asleep. Smiling to myself, looking at him, I have forgotten how handsome he looked every time he slept. Something came over me, and I ended up putting my book away and spent the rest of the flight looking at Greg before I too drifted off to sleep.

Surviving this trip with my mind intact would be a hell of an achievement. I let out a breathe and settle in. Forcing myself to zero him out. It works a lot better because he sits quietly. My eyes fall on the book he's pulled out. “Seriously? This is your choice to read on a flight?” He frowns at me and tries to swat the book dangling between my fingertips. “Its a really good book.” “If you're in the 19th century. “The Prince”, really? What next, stock prices? A map?”

Below them, the pirates of Scrimshaw cheered—a sound that was quickly lost in the wind. Tristan looked down. The ocean was a blue sheet far below. He looked at Saoirse. Her hair was whipping in the wind, her eyes glowing violet. She was laughing. A wild, terrified, exhilarating laugh. "We’re flying," she shouted. Tristan squeezed her hand. "Next stop," he yelled, "The Whispering Pass!" They turned the ship toward the mainland, a flying bomb aimed at the heart of the Empire. End of Chapter 20