Madagascar 3 Plane Novels & Stories

"Oh, I just saw the news on TV that a plane in Nakasara crashed and it's still uncertain whether the passengers are still alive. " Mango hurriedly explained. "At that instant, Walter's heart skipped a beat and he felt a little uneasy as he walked back and forth in the room." Which plane? Which flight? "Walter, what's wrong with you?" Mango could tell that Walter was anxious. "Don't talk nonsense. Tell me, which flight is it?" I think it's flight FG38594. "Then, Walter's mind went blank after Mango said this." Wasn't this Novalee's flight?

Finally, they boarded their luggage then the announcement of their flight came to hear. "I hope this holiday brings us fun...and peace...and best days of our lives..." Winter joined her hands together sitting on the seat of the large plane. Lia and Pidge chuckled while Rosina rolled her eyes saying, "We are on the plane already, Winter. Stop blabbering." "I am just praying that we get to there safely..." was the answer of the impatient girl. Their plane landed on Velana International Airport, Maldives and they stepped out...looking around the beautiful surroundings.

When Zach stole it last time, Kai knew he would do something sinful with it. Kai looked out the window and smiled. Just like Zach said, the games have only just started. Madelyn was excited and agitated. This was the first time she took a plane to leave the country. Everything below the plane seemed so small through the plane window. Before getting on the plane, she called Professor Monet and sent him the hotel's address. Mya and Kennedy also sent her messages, which Madelyn had replied to them, respectively. The flight from Ventropolis to Paris started at twelve o'clock, and it was a nine-hour flight. By the time they arrived, it was already after nine.

But it was no fault of mine, as Hugo had rang Cameron an hour after the wedding, stating that our flight was to leave before noon. We barely had bid our farewell to the family, making leave to the airport to begin the trip of our honeymoon, and I could feel the excitement bursting in me all through the flight. South Africa. It was the first country which came to mind, when Cameron asked where I would love to spend our honeymoon.

"And it gave us the motivation. We're not just chasing a ghost anymore, Mia. We're going to burn the blueprints at the source." The descent into Lagos was a sensory overload. From the window of the cargo plane, the city looked like a sprawling, vibrant organism of lights and movement, stretching out along the Gulf of Guinea. As we touched down on a private strip owned by a local "fixer" Dax had contacted, the humid, tropical air hit us like a physical blow, smelling of sea salt, diesel, and spices.

We will Miss it Amar and his family drive to Juanda Airport. Where his private jet is waiting them. For Mutiara and Lexon, this is their very first time to went with private jet abroad. Because since Amar and Axelina liver in Sidoarja, they lived in simple yet peaceful life. Although they have enough money they never showed that they are more than enouhh to buy an island. "Horaaay! Princess want to go with plane like I always saw on Youtube. I want to see the sky closely!" Said Mutiara happily. Amar and Axelina who heard it only replied with a smile.

“You’re still mine.” “God, stop,” Avery groaned. “Some of us are single and bitter.” Damien gasped dramatically. “You have Malik!” “Yeah, and you’ll die if you keep mentioning that,” Malik said flatly, not looking up from his phone. We were a disaster. A rich, chaotic, sleep-deprived disaster. Once the plane took off, Mason leaned back, stretching. “Private island in six hours. You all better not break anything.” Liam grinned. “Define ‘anything.’”

It must be the adrenalin rushing through my body. The plane finally touched down in South-Africa. We walk out and see a place where you can rent cars. I decided on a Polo Vivo. The clerk explained to me that it has a built-in GPS system and that I only have to tell it where I want to go and it will give me the directions. We climbed in the car. I switched on my phone and see that I have a new voice message from my mother. I pressed the replay button. "Son, I have already touched down in South-Africa. I hope that you touch down soon. I am at the Storm hotel in Cape-Town. Most of the warriors are also here."

An hour later, we board the private plane owned by the Magnus Group. “Did Mr. Magnus really lend us this?” I look around the spacious and equally luxurious plane. The Blackwoods were rich and owned a plane too, but it surely stood nowhere near the grandeur of this one. I have never seen something like this. It’s not just money, you see; it’s a glimpse of a whole new world. Something I didn’t even know existed. I look back at Griffin, who surprisingly seems to be much more at ease than me. In fact, now that I look at him a bit more carefully, he almost seems too used to it, as if this isn’t the first time, and not going to be the last one either.

Philip descended the short flight of steps from the plane onto the tarmac. He looked around him and took stock of his surroundings. The Murtala Mohammed International Airport; the MMA, had not changed much in the three years and four months that he had been away. Happy tears blinded him as he thanked his God for bringing him back to his homeland. But for God's mercy to him, he had never thought that he would see his beloved country again.