I Wanna Take You On A Big Jet Plane Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'll book the flight right now.” “Just take the jet.” Aaron said nonchalantly, and my jaw instantly dropped as I looked at him in complete disbelief. “What? But it's the company's jet. Father will never let me take it.” “Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Just take the damn jet.” He cut in, barely letting me get all of my words out. I looked at him in complete disbelief, shaking my head. “Thank you,” I answered breathlessly before raising an eyebrow.

I didn't want to see him. Nora nodded enthusiastically, her smile brightening, "Yep! I'm so excited," and my heart sank. The departure day eventually came, and the plush seats of the private jet. It was a surreal experience, soaring through the sky in such luxury. "That was my first time in a private jet... To be honest... a plane. "Nora stared at me, eyes widened in disbelief, and I let out a chuckle.

" Come with me?" At first, he looks at me like I'm crazy, and at that moment, hell, maybe I am, but I need emotional support, I need someone, I need him. My Mamma will expect me to be the strong and independent Tatianna. The woman she raised but right now, I'm just a scared little girl. He's quiet to quiet, like he's deep in thought. " Let's go," He says. I take out my phone to book two first-class tickets to Tuscany, Italy. Before I can book the tickets, he puts his hand up and says, "We can take my private jet."

Chapman really well! Suddenly, I felt a little amused. It turned out that—by giving me the ticket meant for Wilma—Brandon was just trying to use that fake story to make me feel grateful to him. In reality, he was going to give up his flight duties for her and had even personally planned a northern lights trip for just the two of them. Soon, the boarding announcement for my flight came over the speakers. I looked in the direction of the first-class lounge. Then I turned around and handed my boarding pass to the gate agent.

He walks me to the front of the car and leans onto it. "I'm sorry bu-" he cuts me off "Shhhh, princess" he smirks. He takes out a remote from his pocket. Lights start to shine around almost blinding me. A big Jet is parked and he turns to me "I know how badly you wanted to go back to South Africa so" he grabs my hands "we'll have dinner on the Jet we first met and I'll take you home"

“And why would you want to do that, Nick? Tara can portal us there in seconds. Don’t you think it would be wasting time?” “Kaima, with you no second is a waste,” I said softly, letting her feel the sincerity in my voice. “Even if this isn’t exactly a vacation, which I technically owe you, I want you to enjoy every second of Spain.” She smiled, then it quickly faded. “Okay… but we haven’t booked tickets or anything.” I chuckled. “You really think I’m broke, don’t you?” She looked at me, totally confused. “Kaima,” I said, grinning, “I have a private jet.”

She didn't know kenzo could be this sweet. “Where are we?” “Look around..” she looked, just as she was asked to and saw a jet just by the side. Her jaw dropped. She spun her head towards Kenzo. In shocked. “Are we going on that?” He chuckled. “Yes.” “I’ve never been on air before.” “There’s always a first time.” He took her hands. Ambling towards the jet. “Are sambas and Aziel coming?” “They would meet us there. C’mon.” She was gonna ride on a jet something she had never done and never thought she was gonna be on it. Her hands gripped tightly on him. He gave it a little squeeze.

Something bad was bound to happen. “Hey, what’s with you spacing out like that? What are you thinking about?” Paula cupped my face. “Nothing. I just… want more time with you,” I admitted. “But since we’re leaving for vacation tomorrow, I should probably behave. Once my grandmother gives me the schedule, I’ll call you — Ray will come pick you up and take you there.” I planned to convince my grandmother to let me use my private jet. I didn’t want to take hers — what if she had security cameras installed?

A big dinner or even hire a room at a restaurant with full catering. Maybe that’s how I can tell my parents as well, invite them to that, so mum doesn’t make a scene, and then we can fly back to Sicily the next day. Ohhhh… that does sound good. I felt like a queen getting off the private jet. I really wanted to do a royal wave. So wanted to do a royal wave. "So why didn't we just use commercial flights like normal people again? First class even below you and your ego now?" I'd asked him as we lay there.

Jet smiled at me. “I’m not. That white bullshit can stay away, but mom would occasionally convince me to have a snowball fight.” Jet started laughing at me. “I’m sure you were lethal.” “Oh, I was.” “I’d like to see for myself.” “With all the snow that Virgina gets every year?” “Maybe we can take a vacation to Colorado when this is all over.” “That sounds amazing.” Jet grabbed our empty plates. “We should be landing soon.” “Yeah, I’m ready to go. Phone is charged, just need to put my boots on.”