Pilot Novels & Stories

The pilot wakes up and he is so exited to see Geri up and strong again. "I thought you was dead already, it is good to see you mister, these people really mean no good to us at all, we really need to get out of here before it's too late, I Know they really think you are dead by now since i overheard them talking yesterday about cutting us into pieces this morning, we have to do something really fast, their is too many of them out there man" the pilot tries to give the confused Geri updates of what was going around and now they needed to save themselves as fast as possible.

The cabin is spacious and well-appointed, with ample room for relaxation and enjoyment during the journey. State-of-the-art amenities abound, including a fully stocked bar, sleek entertainment system, and cutting-edge technology for communication and navigation. Every detail has been meticulously designed to ensure a first-class experience for those fortunate enough to travel aboard this private jet. The pilot emerges from the cockpit, greeting me with a warm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Sandro. Welcome aboard," he says, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. I accept his handshake, exchanging pleasantries as we connect.

Agatha said. "I'll be waiting. Thank you so much, Agatha," Silvia said to the lady who told her not to worry as she dropped the call. Her phone rang once again and she paused seeing that number. Silvia breathed in deeply as she answered the call. "Inform Alpha Alonso I had a vision last night in which he destroyed the Moon Pack," She said calmly and there were snickers of joy heard on the other side. "Alpha would be so happy," The guy said and ended the call. Silvia lied about that she had the vision yesterday when in reality she had it two days back. There was so much going on in her head she forgot to inform them about it.

Nothing could console her right now. "Actually that is not what I want us to be optimistic about. This people are going to get down somehow, so we still have hope of touching ground" he explained. "Good evening, everyone. This is your pilot on RT 1146. I will want everyone to fasten their seatbelts. We are about taking off" the pilot's voice announced on speaker. "I'm very sure, a soldier is standing somewhere waiting for us with a rocket propelled grenade launcher on his shoulder" Grace sighed.

"I handle all of that and I'm almost blinded by a senior with a fork." "Hey, I can personally say he was pretty dangerous with that fork!" Ben said to lighten her mood. She turned to smile at him and looked beyond. Ben turned and saw another man in a uniform. Tall, lanky body with blonde hair greying at the temples, the man looked to be in his fifties and he was grinning at Ben. "Hello, I'm Richard Hall. I'm your pilot today," he boomed with a thick Aussie accent like the co-pilot.

He pulled the door up and said, “Can any of your people fly a plane?” Thinking he was joking, Jo snickered, but then, she saw that he was serious. “What? We don’t have a pilot?” she asked. “Of course we have a pilot,” he replied, rolling his eyes at her. ‘It’s a co-pilot that we need.” Jo turned to look at the cockpit. There were two empty seats behind her. “Who the hell is the pilot?” she asked, regretting the question the second it came out of her mouth.

he whispered, “and I won’t think twice.” The pilot’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t touch her.” “But you wanted to,” Alessio said coldly. “I could smell it on you.” He pointed the gun higher now, straight between the pilot’s eyes. “You’re a good pilot,” he added. “It’ll be hard to find someone who flies like you.” The meaning landed hard. Elena stood behind them, clutching her robe again, chest heaving, heart pounding like thunder. The pilot held Alessio’s stare. “I take orders. That’s all.”

His younger brother, Roberto, used to fly solo missions until his plane crashed into the ocean, severely wounding him and reducing him to a tail gunner. “Hold on, who is the greatest Piletan pilot?” Rhina asked. A large smile was formed on Takao’s face. “I, Takao Sakai, am the greatest pilot in the Imperial Piletan Air Force, with a record of fourteen victories and seventy-seven enemy aircraft shot down!” he proudly announced, lifting his chin into the air. “There they are! Open fire!” someone suddenly shouted. BANG! BANG! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Rue introduced him to me. The man who emerged from the helicopter wore a sleek, navy blue jumpsuit adorned with various patches and insignias, indicating his expertise in aviation. His uniform was crisp and well-fitted, with a row of shiny buttons running down the front. A pair of aviator sunglasses rested atop his head, adding to his air of professionalism. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his confident stride exuded a sense of assurance. As Rue introduced him, a friendly smile graced the pilot's lips, showcasing his warm demeanor despite the seriousness of his attire.

I grab my bag from the trunk of the car and make my way to the plane. The King steps forward and introduces me to the pilot. "This is Otto. He will be flying you to Egypt." I look at the man that is standing in front of me and he doesn't look like a pilot. He is almost as large as the King with a massive scar that runs the length of the left side of his face. Instead of wearing a suit and tie like most pilots do, he is wearing a pair of jeans and a stained t-shirt. Scars and tattoos run the length of his arms. His long blonde hair is pulled back into a low bun and his blue eyes study me curi