Pilot Novels & Stories

I retrieved our bags from the plane we arrived on and followed Rogue to a small jet. "Can we fit in that," I questioned him curiously and he nodded. "Yeah and I'm flying," he said with a big cheesy grin. I furrowed my brow and glanced over at him blankly. "Can you fly," I asked him curiously and he smiled and nodded. "Yes, I have a pilot license," he said and dug out his wallet and handed me a piece of paper. I looked at his name Rainier Faris Draco and the word pilot. "I'm impressed, what other unique skills does my mate possess," I asked him curiously and he smirked.

Sia had to admit the Alvaro's weren't just wealthy people but had the resources and everything they wanted were high class, and hence she didn't know why the Casanova never brushed about the many jets they had "Welcome sir and madam... I'm Jon your pilot for today"they were greeted by a middle-aged man not so old, but he has black thick hair wearing pilot white uniform and beside him was a lady dressed in the same uniform "And I'm his co-pilot welcome sir and madam"the lady said with a smile and Emiliano like a boss he was dressed in ripped black jeans with long sleeve muscle shirt stuck to his we

The pilot mocked, "It's simple. We're going to let you fall off the sky and die miserably." He unbuckled and opened the cabin door, facing Evan. "Consider yourself lucky. I don't use a knife. You won't feel pain when you die." Evan clutched his phone. As the pilot approached, Evan scoffed. "We'll see if you have the power to throw me off the helicopter." Infuriated, the pilot warned, "Don't resist. We've checked your background. You lack combat skills." Evan retorted, "We'll see if you have the power to throw me off the helicopter."

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

So he was the pilot from the announcement, he can tell after hearing him say a word. “Trust me, it ranked first as it’s the cheapest for the economy class to afford,” the charming pilot initiated to reach his hand out towards her, causing Mark Zheng to shrink and move towards their President’s seat closer, trying to hover and cover her. His eyes darkened with their even heights he stared at him intently to shoo him off. He sensed an odd vibe from the man’s actions.

"It isn't about worth, Aris. It's about logic. The city is a machine, and if the pilot isn't at the helm when the pressure equalizes, the entire sector will be crushed. Andreas is the pilot. I’m just the bridge." "You’re a man, not a bridge!" Aris lurched forward, his movements uncoordinated, his chest heaving with the effort of every breath in the thin, recycled air. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Nikos’s frayed tunic and yanking him back from the console.

TAKING THE BILLIONAIRE’S COCK ON MY FLIGHT: A PILOT'S TALE 1 I wouldn't have thought that there'd be a day I’d be getting my ass destroyed in the economy cabin of my own flight, but here I was — Sex freak Captain Elias Voss, thirty-two years old, bent over the last row of seats with my uniform pants around my ankles and Gora’s thick cock slamming into me like he owned the sky.

Ji'lahni asked getting pissed. “Oh no, you can't get mad now, you keep telling me I can't kill her, so you can't either, it doesn't feel good now that you see what I have to deal with.” Mina said looking at Ji’lahni smugly. “WE HAVE TO GET BACK ON THE JET, WE HAVE TO DO AN EMERGENCY LANDING NOW! I CAN'T FLY THE JET LIKE THIS!” The pilot said out of nowhere, pointing to his arm that was dangling loosely from his shoulder. Everyone had forgotten about him after he attacked the creature when it threw his commander off the wing. The creature used his claws and slashed the pilots shoulder exposing bone. “Hey I bet I can fly this thin

"That's good news enough. What did you come with? Leyland or Infantry?" Janet managed to ask Julius. "Copter, and the pilot is spoiling to deck you, Hel." I looked at Janet with a narrowed brow, not understanding what Julius just said. "Who is the pilot?" I and Janet asked in unison and Julius answered. "Yuvonne."

He explained himself more. " It must be great, I can imagine. Being a pilot is being pro. Glamour, money it provides all." Being a pilot was my unaccomplished dream. " You like travelling?" " I love the idea. It's my wildest fantasy, the world tour." I found myself relaxing more in his ambience. The way his eyes glittered when he talked enchanted me. I noticed his body was expressive, his face would carve itself according to the emotions escaping his mouth.