Jet Star Danger Days Novels & Stories

He taxied, aimed the jet at the massive, reinforced hangar blast doors, and pushed the throttle to maximum. The jet screamed across the concrete. "He's taking the prototype!" Nina's voice yelled over the comms. "All units, fire on Hangar 3!" Jason hit the afterburners. The jet leaped forward like a bullet. It smashed through the reinforced blast doors in a catastrophic explosion of metal and concrete, an unstoppable force. Alarms blared, men scattered, but Jason was already airborne, punching a hole through the facility's perimeter and into the stormy sky, the stolen dagger and the drive that would destroy his ‘father’ safe in his possession.

It mattered a lot. “And that brings you to where we are now,” King said heavily. “With Ace and Spider hidden away, and with The Fallen Angels probably hours away from finding the pictures – if they haven’t already – and with Jensen’s men hours away from heading to Denver to kill Ace for killing Kirk.” He paused. “If they aren’t here already.” “Fuck,” Jax said softly. “Fuck, man.” “No kidding,” Mac chimed in. “When you go looking to make trouble, Kingston, you make sure to call down the goddamn apocalypse.”

“We’re going to run away together. We can start over, be safe from all of this.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. Was that what all of this was about? Some sort of fantasy that this stranger had built up inside of his head upon one official meeting? “Run away? With you?” I scoffed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Do you know what you sound like right now? A stalker, that’s what.” Jet glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his face still obstructed by the bandana hiding his true identity. “I’m no stalker,” he insisted. “You know me, Ella. Better than you think.”

Private Jet En Route to Dubai – 3:22 AM Michael Coleman pressed a bloodied handkerchief to his split lip as the jet climbed through turbulent clouds. The G650 shuddered around him, the luxury cabin's warm lighting contrasting with the darkness that enveloped both the sky outside and his prospects. The handcrafted Italian leather seat that had once felt like a throne now seemed to mock him with its opulence. The metallic taste of failure coated his tongue—worse than the blood.

Jonathan said gently, “your father is dangerous. And he’s not here for a friendly dinner.” Jimmy buried his face in his hands. “He told me he left those business networks years ago. He said he cleaned up everything when he started investing in your father’s company.” Jonathan snorted. “He didn’t clean anything. He just covered his tracks.” Jimmy’s breath hitched. He finally looked at me. “Ferguson.” His voice was weak. “Tell me Stella isn’t in danger.” I didn’t lie. “She is.” His chest rose sharply as if he’d been stabbed.

It’s just us. The peace doesn’t last long. My phone buzzes on the table, the sharp sound slicing through the quiet. I reach for it, my stomach sinking when I see James’s name on the screen. “Calvin, we have a problem,” he says the moment I answer. Of course, we do. “What is it?” I ask, keeping my voice low so I don’t disturb Stevie or Elijah. “Sterling’s moving faster than we anticipated,” James says, his tone clipped. “He’s holding a press conference tomorrow. It’s going to be bad.”

He pecked her forehead and slept beside her, his arms wrapped around her and they both snuggled close to each other. The next day she was going to the office after having breakfast. Troy was beside her and they both were going to leave for their office. Suddenly, they heard the news headlines of the news playing on the TV that James was watching, "A series of kills took place in Asia, all of which were similar to one another. They are suspected to be performed by the same person. A feeling of fear is created among people across Asia." She glanced at the TV and it showed a picture of a guy dressed in black holding a knife. It was an imaginary picture of the killer. She smiled and walked outsi

"But he will kill them all in all. What is the fun in that if we don't torture them a little bit?" He huffs. "I don't know what his plan is... But don't you dare pour acid on her face! You know how The Boss hates it when things are done without his comnand! You know very well what he can do to us when he is angry!" She groans and asks, "When is he landing back in Kingswood?" "Tomorrow." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

"Do you want me instead, hmm? Your body has completely recovered now, so I suppose we could~~" BANG!! A loud crash shattered the atmosphere. The sound came from Zephyr, whose fist had slammed heavily onto the table. His emerald-green eyes blazed with irritation, his expression as rigid as stone. "Enough." "You're on security patrol now, Elyon. Go do your job. And you, Riven... weren't you supposed to be on duty an hour ago?" Elyon and Riven exchanged glances before smiling faintly at one another. "What a bossy guy," Riven muttered with a dramatic roll of his eyes, though he still rose from his seat.

"Camellia's private jet will arrive in W City tomorrow!" Jessica, "Well...Could tomorrow be your dad's doom?"