Madagascar 2 Plane Novels & Stories

Maya The private jet hangar looked like something out of a movie. All glass and steel, with planes that probably cost more than most people's houses lined up like expensive cars in a showroom. I followed Alex through the entrance, still not entirely sure how I'd ended up agreeing to this. Marcus was waiting for us near the gate, checking something on his tablet. He looked up when we approached, nodding at Alex. "Flight plan's filed," Marcus said, not bothering with pleasantries. "Weather's clear to Milan, should be smooth. Landing at Malpensa around seven their time."

He glanced at it, unsettled to see that it was loaded. The plane wound down and the engines finally stilled. The hatch opened, and a grizzled looking older man got out. He carried two big, black bags with him that had Creedite logos on the side. Max was going to be sick. "You are very late," Thomas called out in Portuguese. Max cocked his head to the side. He wasn't fluent, but he'd learned enough living in Spain the last few years. The pilot dropped the bags and waved Thomas off without a word. He leaned forward and said something too quiet for Max to hear. The other man replied.

Breandon who saw Mutiara crying, he wiped her tears and smiled warmly. “I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you with my life. You must be safe,” said Breandon sincerely. As Breandon finished his sentence, there was the sound of an airplane exploding. Breandon immediately hugged Mutiara's body tightly. And suddenly there was panic on the plane and within seconds everything went black. The plane was broken apart and fell into the open sea. ****

A guard also hit his head against the baggage rack of the plane with a loud thud. Esmeralda knitted her beautiful brows. She sensed that the situation wasn’t that simple. As she continued to look out the window, she happened to see a bright blaze streaking by the plane. It was falling downward at a breakneck speed. This time, she got a better look. “It’s a satellite from the Republic of Mai. Look, it has a logo on it.” “Blast! The Republic of Mai’s satellite has long become obsolete and turned into space junk. Yet, they didn’t send it to the graveyard orbit. They’re really unethical,” Cedric complained unfond of the Republic of Mai in the slightest.

Sure enough. That night, a piece of international news swept through Taadi City in the middle of the night. A private luxury jet departing from Taadi crashed into an 8,000 meter high snow capped mountain not long after it left Taadi' airspace. The plane was completely destroyed, killing over 30 people in it. There were no survivors.

He grinned, and put the magazine down with a defeated air. We watched the movie together. It was a thriller titled “Fractured.” Damian was pretty annoyed that the horrific scenes were not real but only imagined by the lead actor. And then at the end, he complained it was too boring for him. I enjoyed the movie but I couldn’t say the same for him. Throughout the flight, the attendants made sure we were always comfortable. 9 hours went by so fast and then the plane landed at Marrakech airport where a jeep was already waiting for us. After about twenty minutes, it stopped in a-

MAIDUGURI, BORNO STATE. They landed in Nigeria Maiduguri International Airport, Borno State around twelve in the afternoon making her wonder how many minutes they spent in the plane. She was not surprised that they have family private plane, the man is filthy rich. If it were up to her, she would take that plane and leave him be for the rest of his life. She knows not much about planes and helicopters but she sure as hell know it must be expensive since no ordinary people have it.

I say while continuing to shake him. "Calm down, we won't be the first ones on board," he assures me, waving me off and grabbing his bag. "Flight 227 is now boarding to Hawaii," I hear over the loudspeaker. "We're going to Hawaii?" I nearly scream in a hushed tone. "Surprise," Mark responds with a smile, and we begin walking to the gate, taking our seats in first class.

Then a voice that almost made my heart jump out of my chest shot up and Liam appeared in the aisle, using his hand as a makeshift microphone, a grin splitting his face. "Dear ladies!" he announced, his voice booming through everywhere. "Welcome our amazing Airlines, Flight 420, nonstop service to Paradise—otherwise known as the stunning, the spectacular, and the absolutely gorgeous Maldives! Please keep your seatbelts fastened and your objections to yourselves as we'll be landing shortly. Thank you for flying with us, and remember: all complaints can be directed to absolutely no one because we don't care!" Then he placed his other hand in his stomach and bowed respectfully while I just looke

After a couple of hours, the plane finally landed at Mattala International Airport, and they took a cab to Matara. Mirenda was equally out of the plane and following Ragnor and Clara from a distance. Ragnor noticed her but ignored her again as he didn't see her as a threat. She is human, and hence, if she wants to follow one human into a home of vampires, she is welcome.