Last Flight Amelia Earhart Novels & Stories

They partied almost the whole night, but the next morning it was supposed to go back, she called Genzo again to call him as soon as she landed in Hamburg, and Taro also said goodbye to her personally. *I'll come visit you next time* Taro said *Genzo will be happy about that* Keyla replied. She had to go to the airport and Keyla promised to call him when she got home. 1 hour later everyone was on the plane. It started rolling, but what nobody knew, after 50 meters in the air, it sank to the ground like a stone and burst into flames. Keyla heard screams everywhere until it got dark. Ambulances and a rescue team immediately arrived to search for survivors.

She saluted and stood among the power houses. The woman turned towards her, observing her quietly. Her fingers tapped on the table. The tension in the room intensified, as non of them spoke a word. "Wendy Scarlet, the assistant chief of the executive missionary, Amelia Earhart. Mm…I heard you guys are are tight buddies,"The woman said quietly. "Y-yes ma," She stuttered. "I see, August why don't you repeat the questions again?" The woman asked. "Ok General. Wendy Scarlet, from what I got from the investigation carried out on your team mates, is it true that, Amelia really found the island? " The man asked.

she tried to assure the confused girl in front of her. Instead of worrying about certain things, Amelia tried her best to enjoy the flight. She was flying... in the air. For the first time in her life, she is flying in a private jet and to Bulgaria! She just wonders if she met Stig there... with no restrictions and no boundaries. The real him... where she can see his perfectly sculpted face, his beautiful deep mesmerizing eyes, his evergreen smile and his never forgetting voice. It was a ten-hour flight, Amelia sometimes walks to explore, sometimes she sees out of the window, sometimes she watches TV... in short, she doesn't know how to kill the time and it was making her impatient.

Jordan sat in the passenger seat while Reid joined Maya at the back and Amelia in the row in front of them, with her daughters. Once everyone was strapped in, Clive made a few announcements to someone on the other side of the raído and then took off. The helicopter ride was no longer than thirty minutes and stopped at an airstrip in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even a tower. It was just a clearing wrapped by some trees. Right smack in the middle was a private jet, the same one that they used flying from Miami to France.

She felt on her blood that she had not really died, but she live and continue to thrive, although at some means she knew she had suffered from. “Amanda.” Seiya whispered softly. “I’ll find you, and...all save you to wherever troubles you are entrapped from.” Right at that exact moment, the intercom applaud and echoed. “This is the final boarding call for passengers Erin and Fred Collins booked on flight 372A to Belize Mexico.” It was the voice of a woman. “Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time.”

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

The jet engines roared to life. Amelia collapsed into the seat, sobbing silently as the plane lifted into the sky—carrying her away from everything she knew. ⸻ She woke hours later. Her wrists were free—but the door was locked. The jet was empty except for one attendant who avoided her eyes. “Where are we going?” Amelia demanded. The woman hesitated. “Switzerland.” Amelia’s blood ran cold. Private banking. Private clinics. Private disappearances. They landed just before dawn. Elliot waited for her at the foot of the stairs, coat immaculate, expression satisfied.

CHAPTER FOURTY SIX Ethan peered out of the airplane window, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the clear sky. He was on his way to Chicago, and you guessed it right? The very same city where Amelia resided. He is amazed at the sight of the city laid sprawled beneath him and his mind was a jumble of emotions. He had thought about embarking on this trip since the last he and Amelia spoke and she had told him never to contact her again; the very same time he had heard the voice of her boss in the background.

The low candlelight of the restaurant made her even more haunting, like a woman I’d dreamed instead of one who sat in front of me. “Well, I hope the seams can take a little walking.” I signed my name at the bottom of the check. “We have one last stop tonight.” “What?” Paige stood. “I wasn’t really expecting to see a lot of people in this.” I met her gaze. “Do you trust me?” She took a deep breath and nodded. We drove to a small airstrip outside the city, where Amelia already had the private plane warmed up and waiting.

The sunset turned the sky into a fiery sea of orange and red hues. Amelia found it strangely melancholic, yet inexplicably mesmerizing. She couldn't help but pull her phone out to take some photos. "Like the view?" Lincoln said as he looked at her side profile. "The view at the resort is beautiful. You should stay a few more days since you're already here." Amelia put her phone aside and shook her head. "No, thank you. I have lots to do after I head back." It was her last night here today, and she was set to fly back to Northon tomorrow morning. She was worried about her daughter back at home.