Flight Of Passage Book Novels & Stories

My body language all screamed with fear i need to run and never look back . "Here you go, have a safe flight." The vibrant blonde gave me back my passport , with a smile which I tried to return but it came out as an awkward grimace . Curse the day i met you Antonio . I walked through the long passage and into the plane where i was greeted by another attendant who lead me to my seat .Can we better start flying for fuck sake. Why all this long process fuck that shit ! While sitting down, a small laugh escaped my lips , fuck you Antonio i outsmarted you pig . It was done , there was no going back now.

[Stella's POV] The plane pierced the clouds, leaving the city that belonged to the Lupos, with all its neon and bloodshed, far behind. I leaned quietly against the cold cabin wall, watching the glittering lights of the family territories shrank to pinpricks below. My heart was calmer than it had ever been. From this moment on, I was no longer the "Underboss's wife." I didn't belong to any man, or any family. I was just myself.

i answer "hey" "ive booked you a motel room at the oxley, go on over, order from roomservice, ill be back in the morning and ill take you to the train station and send you home via train. No arguments little one, im tired and i dont have the patience for them." click the phone goes dead and i stare at it again. what the fuck. i sit there contemplating, i g****e the oxley and see that its a motor inn. hes kinda going above and beyond being a kind person but i am tired of being here and the staff are beginning to side eye me. i grab the handle on my suitcase and start walking.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Regina thought of the Second girl that walked up to her and even the word that the first girl she met said, kept ringing in her head. " She is just your seat mate and about the death of your classmates. It wasn't your fault in anyway, he was assassinated during class period " Kyle Smith explained everything. ~~Hello Passengers, this is flight 245 going to South Korea. Because of some issues concerning the Airplane, your flight would be delayed by extra 30 minutes. Which would make you wait for at least 50 minutes. Bear with us as we take care of the issue and give you the best and unforgettable flight".

As they parted ways, Isabella felt a warm sense of belonging and friendship that transcended any geographical boundaries. As the plane prepared for departure, the loaders handled the baggage while the passengers settled into their plush leather seats, sipping welcome drinks and admiring the stunning views of the tarmac and the hangar. Isabella and Samson exchanged excited glances, thrilled at the prospect of displaying their latest business venture to Rachna. Rachna, Gloria, Lawrence, Nadia, and Sonu eagerly discussed their upcoming meetings and presentations, their anticipation building with each passing minute of the flight. The Gulfstream G700 soared effortlessly into the sky, bound for a

With the hoodie over my head, I confidently step into the waiting room. I say a little prayer that no wolf is present to recognize me. I choose the farthest corner where I can survey the entire room. This time the Moon Goddess favors me and only humans are around me. Ten minutes later, my flight is called and I stroll to the counter. For a moment I panic, my heart pounding like crazy in my chest. Leaving Jasper behind hurts. But when my name is called loudly as the only missing passenger, I drag myself to the counter, hand the friendly lady my boarding pass and board the plane. As we fly over the pack area, I stare down until it entirely disappears.

I held it above the final slat, watching the way the bright sunlight cast a sharp, clean shadow of the point against the fiber. ​When I finally touched the reed to the page, the movement was effortless, floating across the surface with the smooth, definitive grace of a journey that had found its home: ​They thought the manuscript was a weapon we were carrying to attack their walls. They never understood that the manuscript was the road itself. We did not write to destroy their city; we wrote so that those coming after us would know how to walk through the dark without losing their way. Chapter 142 is not a continuation of the flight—it is the setting of the stone.

I don't want that from him. *** It's funny how lives change in seconds. Lives that cease to be when someone dies and others that shatter when it happens. It's a domino effect, a snowball that grows as it gains momentum. My life changed when I met Nick, it changed when we got married, and it changed when he died. I feel ready for another change. "Passengers of Flight 143 with boarding for Chicago, please proceed to the gate F." I hear the robotic voice for the last time as I confront my fear of flying for the next five hours back home.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”