I Wanna Take You On A Big Jet Plane Novels & Stories

Ps; He still has that bad boy look! "Sure" I replied and made way for him. He stepped in and when he passed, the fragrance of his sweet perfume surrounded me. "I want us to go surprise, Rissa" He said after we had settled down on a couch. "Really?? That's great! But its gonna be a long way to Queens..." I mumbled. "I know. We'll use my private jet" He replied and I almost leaped. He's a God sent. ÷

And Ian, a crazy billionaire white knight that I had run into one late night at a resort. "You own this jet?" I screamed at Ian, just to be heard over the noise of the wind. The doors were open as Ian wanted us to see all of the sights, but hell no, I wasn't doing that! He grinned at me behind his sunglasses as the strong wind blew over his hair. "Enjoy your first ride with me, Iris!" "This is crazy!" I laughed loudly and threw my head back. God! If anyone told me I would ever be doing this—flying on a jet—on a very random day, I probably wouldn't have believed them.

I said to them. “We need to get the car here, Mom. I think we need to move quicker than a few hours and we will take the jet home.” Derek said to his Mom. I panicked. I had never been on a plane, let alone a jet. What if we crashed? Derek must have felt I was anxious.

I turned to look at Richard, who met my gaze with a mysterious smile that only deepened my intrigue. "What's all this?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity or amazement. I had never been on a private jet. Richard chuckled softly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Just a little surprise," he replied cryptically. As we made our way to the tarmac where the plane awaited, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. The prospect of embarking on a journey in this large flying beast filled me with a sense of adventure, tinged with a hint of apprehension.

"Guys we need to hurry up because we're going on an air jet!" Huh? Air Jet? I thought there was no plane here. Come on! It might find me a passport! "I-I thought there was no plane here?" I asked suddenly. It's just shit, isn't it? An adventure that turned into stone! I don't want to be left behind just because I don't have a passport or visa! "Hahahahaha! No, Air Jet is like air transportation going to the mountains. That's the transportation from Winterfell to any continent because no car can go there." This answer made me laugh.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him in Awe, he spoke the words with such conviction, that she could see the raging emotions swirling in his eyes like a growing storm. She loved this man. "Come little mouse, we have to top them, I will not lose to my brother" Ava reared back at the sound of Camille's voice but Conan did not budge instead tightening his grip around her waist. "You can try Cammie" Conan taunted, laughing lightly. Ava could not help but smile at their banter, they radiated peak sibling behaviour. "Let's fly." The plane was a jumbo private double-decker jet that could fit up to fifty people, complete with white carpet and white leather seats along with brown wood and gold su

SARAH The hum of the jet engines was softer than I imagined. It was almost like a lullaby in the background, comforting and steady. I sat back in the plush seat, sinking into the leather, letting the reality of everything sink in. This was my first time on a plane—ever. And not just any plane—a private jet. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible.

I went straight to the carriage we rented for the whole day. I sat on the carriage furiously. ”Shall we look for another place?” My ask, I nodded , it's better to look everywhere , I don't want to go another may untreated the coachman that we’ll go to another training ground . May and I aren't talking on your way to the training ground. I'm still frustrated, I couldn’t get off what had happened in my mind. “ Tch.“ D*mn that place. Were on the main road so I looked outside the window .

The jet is ready, waiting to take us back to the sanctuary I’ve built, a place where I reign supreme, a haven where no shadows of our past can reach us. As we board the private jet, the luxury, and security it represents is a stark contrast to the chaos we’re leaving behind. I guide Anya to her seat, ensuring she’s comfortable. The engines roar to life, and as the plane ascends, I feel a symbolic shedding of the weight of the last few months. Settling into the flight, I turn to Anya, taking her hand in mine. “Once we’re home, I’ll make sure you have everything you need, the best of everything. We’ll start fresh, build a home where our child will be safe and loved.”

he said and Josh whistled as the stairs descended and we followed Malachi onto the jet. The inside was luxurious, screamed of wealth and the seats were magnificent. I’d never flown in a plane before and Josh looked like the cat that got all the cream. We settled into a leather recliner each and Josh sighed. “This is the life, bro.” The jet took off half an hour later and I closed my eyes when I heard Josh snoring. I was exhausted from the fight and the information overload. I had a father, a best friend, a wife…I had a wife.