Handsome Pilot Novels & Stories

He pulled me onto the saddle just as the other horses thundered past the spot where I had been standing seconds before. Once we were safely away from the stampede, he slowed the horse to a halt. "Are you alright, Miss?" he asked. "Yes..." I breathed out, finally looking up at my savior. He was handsome—strikingly so. But even with his good looks, he lacked the sheer charisma and rugged toughness that Cade possessed. Why am I comparing everyone to that brute? I thought, quickly looking away from the stranger. "Are you okay, Miss?" the older man who had warned me earlier asked, running up to us as we stopped.

I looked over his shoulder while his visitor was already standing behind him. “It’s okay.” Linden turned. “Estelle, this is Ilya.” Ilya? The Ilya? Oh, my God. “Ilya.” “Ma’am.” He offered his hand. He was tall as Linden, with broad shoulders, a wide chest with chestnut brown buzz cut hair, deep, intense blue-green eyes, strong jaw, like a perfect action star. Man, he was beautiful if he wasn’t a mafia. I had no choice but to shake it. “Estelle, but you know me already, am I right?”

His face was nothing short of sculpted perfection, strong, chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and full, well-defined lips that rested in a knowing smirk, as if he was fully aware of the effect he had on everyone in the room. His deepeyes, an almost piercing shade of icy blue, flicked toward Alex for the briefest moment, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. His jet-black hair, neatly slicked back, looked effortlessly styled, with a few rebellious strands teasing his forehead, giving him an edge of ruggedness beneath all that refined control. And then there was his aura, it was dangerous, magnetic, untouchable. He was not just a pilot; he was a spectacle.The kind of man who could make

"I thought humans didn't find you all that attractive." "Hey, that's not nice," I said, feigning hurt feelings. "Just because I'm not exactly Brad Pitt doesn't mean I'm not a catch." Brad Pitt was the most handsome Alpha in the silver Moon pack. "Haha, good one!" Caspian said, his laughter echoing through my mind. "But you know I'm just giving you a hard time. I kept walking as I chatted with Caspian, enjoying the feeling of the wind on my face and the city sights all around me.

“Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand, noticing that it was very big and sturdy, and covered in calluses. Small scars crisscrossed his dark tan up and down his arms. The newcomer looked wild and just a bit dangerous. Handsome, she supposed, but Drake was more appealing to her. Still, it was odd that Drake would be such good buddies with the resort’s pilot who is definitely Brown’s friend.Maybe the manager ger of a resort had to fly around in a helicopter a lot? She had no idea what his job entailed.

He chooses a sofa, strapping her in first, then himself. “Once we’re in the air we can take these off again.” She nods, holding his hand. The pilot comes out from the cockpit. He’s a short, five foot nothing, muscular wolf-shifter with short stylish black hair and a neat beard. He has a deep tan and wears mirrored aviator sunglasses and a pilot’s uniform. He was maybe seventy, and had worked for his father before him, he was part of the furniture now. He grins and bows politely,

His fashion sense has never been the best, but the quality is impeccable. Landon always complains about how he isn't very strong, or attractive as the other males he went to school with. He's a little too skinny, his eyes are sometimes too lifeless, and his hair never stays in one place for very long. Popular or not, I see Landon as an extremely generous, sweet guy who's ego isn't related to the size of his biceps.

I retrieved our bags from the plane we arrived on and followed Rogue to a small jet. "Can we fit in that," I questioned him curiously and he nodded. "Yeah and I'm flying," he said with a big cheesy grin. I furrowed my brow and glanced over at him blankly. "Can you fly," I asked him curiously and he smiled and nodded. "Yes, I have a pilot license," he said and dug out his wallet and handed me a piece of paper. I looked at his name Rainier Faris Draco and the word pilot. "I'm impressed, what other unique skills does my mate possess," I asked him curiously and he smirked.

He looked very handsome already, but he looked particularly handsome today with the way he smoldered under the hot noon sun. "Rayna, come." His voice passed my ears, and it was enough to bring me out of my trance. I hurried to unbuckle myself and deplaned. The butler saw me and gave a perfect bow. I reciprocated the gesture and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Rayna Chase. The boss's new pilot and bodyguard." The butler looked awkwardly at Mr. Windstorm, as if he was trying to ask something to him. Mr. Windstorm, in reply, nodded, which was odd to me, and then the butler lowered his head even further.

Mario ended the phone call before his dad could respond. Mario started browsing with his phone. He opened a search engine and looked up Joe Sebastian. He read several article titles and held his breath. The truths he received one by one made him flinch. Especially after finding out that the former wife of that man was the supermodel Vivian Rosaline. "Oh, I'm still not afraid! I will win Clara's heart!" Mario said confidently. ==?== Clara arrived home. Joe's residence looked quiet. Mr. Bond, Mrs. Linn, and Kimmy were out for a stroll.