Novelas y relatos de Handsome Pilot

He explained. And I paused for a second. This is a glamorous project half in its final finishing; it is big and beautiful, and he says I will be the pilot? “You mean I will be the face of this project? Not even you?” I asked, and he smirked flirtatiously. “Good thing you are beautiful… ‘The beauty who tamed the billionaire’ – your beauty alone will bend these wealthy and affluent people into our project.” He leaned in closer to me with those eyes that winked like he was a teenager wooing a little girl.

she said while suddenly thinking. "Why, because he's a playboy?" I asked her in astonishment. "Well, that's how they say that the Pilots are playboys that they have a lot of girlfriends from different countries, just like what you said earlier. But one thing is for sure I proved already that Troy had a big charisma to the girls out there," she said and took a glass of champagne and handed it to me. "Let's drink, cheers!" "Maybe I'm right about what I'm thinking," I said and drink the glass of champagne.

Till the person had called her name. "Susanna" Turning to the direction at which her name was called, her eyes widened as she saw who it was. He appeared so handsome just standing at the door, in all his grandeur. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His facial features were babyish, big eyes, soft skin and a button nose. His chiseled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. His eyes a sparkling blue, so much like Hannah's, and his soft, feather-like black hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart.

Raina’s intentions whatever they were, innocent or innocent adjacent. She really knew how to pick them. Donnie the pilot. Hello, Captain. He wasn’t bad looking at all. Tall, taller than me for sure. Donnie looked at least six feet with an athletic build, not the type you get from regularly running through the forest in the moonlight but definitely one from running hours on a treadmill. This Pilot wasn’t sitting on a plane all day, his well toned look as the clothes cling to his body in the right places was indicative of regular exercise and a disciplined lifestyle.

A little part of me freezes. “Good morning, Steve,” I say, forcing my tone to stay professional. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The look is strange, unsettling, like he’s hiding something behind that smooth exterior. I step aside for him, giving a polite nod. “Cabin’s ready, everything’s perfect.” He gives a slight, acknowledging nod and leans casually against a seat. The pilot announces we’re cleared for takeoff, engines roar, and soon we’re lifting gracefully into the sky.

'Handsome' was a pathetic word for what he was. In his charcoal formal wear, with his dark hair swept back to reveal that rugged, terrifyingly beautiful face, he looked like a god of the hunt. Under the crystal lights, his skin glowed like burnished bronze. I saw the tiny, familiar tension in his jaw—a sign only someone who had spent hours studying his moods would catch. He was intimidating. He was the Alpha. To the world, he was Dominic Wolfe, the billionaire titan of the Coastal Pack. To me, he was the brute who had claimed my body and scrambled my heart.

"You too, cap. I appreciate you doing this for us." "A son of Michael is a son of mine," he laughed out loud and patted his shoulder. I assumed the man 'Michael' was Enzo's father. The pilot had pale grey eyes and an equally grey mustache that was noticeably maintained skillfully. For somebody who probably woke up at 4 am today, his energy was unmatched. And despite his cheery disposition, it was hard not to feel threatened at the presence of an unknown werewolf.

,he tilted his head left and right with brows up. She looked at him biting her under cheek skin but failed to stop her laugh. "I am really sorry but how...how can you think that an eagle can enter the plane and he will only fall for the pilot's eyes only ...hahaha..",he laughed at his dumbness. "Because pilots are always attractive", '' he smirked and added, "Who won't fall for my eyes? Now, stop laughing or I have other options to seal your pretty little lips." He then sat down in front of her.

She beamed in his chest thinking about the times they've spent in the cockpit, always memorable. Greg is a fifty year old pilot who still has the energy of a horse, he is one of the best pilots the whole Emirate has and he works alongside Mika'il. He likes her a lot and always say she looks like his late wife, she takes advantage of that and ask if she could sit in the cockpit with her husband, he'd agree after much reluctance and made sure she is with him than her husband. She gets to see those amazing button, the view from the window, some think it is unprofessional but Mika'il's relatives own the airline.

Sophia adjusted the strap of her designer carry-on and climbed the stairs into the luxurious private jet. At twenty-eight, she was a sought-after executive assistant, hired last-minute for a high-stakes charter flight escorting a reclusive tech billionaire’s confidential documents across the Atlantic to London. But it wasn’t the client who made her pulse race, it was the pilot. Captain Marcus Hale stepped out of the cockpit to greet her personally. Six-foot-three of pure confidence wrapped in a crisp navy pilot’s uniform.