Pilot Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh I'm sorry, thank you so much for helping me." "No problem." He said with a smirk. He totally noticed me checking him out. Damn. I took my seat after I checked out the guy's ass as he walked away. Yea I know I'm weird, I love when a man as an ass, it's a turn on for me. I buckled myself in and sent my brother a text message, letting him know I'm on the plane now, before turning my phone off. The pilot went through all the what not to have on the plane, what needs to be turned off while the plane is in the air, and how to buckle ourselves in, before he finally took off.

“Did you hear back from the pilot?” Yes, sir. The jet will be ready for departure at 11 pm.”

“Amazing. A rocket with no uniform, no license, and definitely violating the air traffic rules of my house.” Zane strolled closer, his steps lazy but deliberate. “This pilot is fully certified,” he murmured, setting Ash, still squealing, on the bar stool. “Thirty thousand flight hours.” “Flying where? Nightclubs?” My eyes darted over his body before I forced them back to the pan. “Put on a shirt, Romano. This is a kitchen, not a Calvin Klein ad campaign.” He picked up a dish towel, wiped away sweat that wasn’t there, and draped it over his shoulder. “I thought you preferred this version. Natural.”

Mina said, cocking the shotgun, putting a bullet in the chamber. Makahi got up and went to the cockpit where the pilot was. “We have trouble coming up behind us. I need you to prepare to land this thing if you have too. We will try our best to make sure that doesn’t happen. We are close to our destination and don’t want any more delays. So, wait for my signal before you do anything.” Makahi said to the pilot. When the pilot nodded in understanding, he went back to his men. “We will need two warriors to get on top of this jet, to see who or what we’re dealing with.” Makahi said not wanting to pick

‘I don’t carry food on the plane young man, but I can help you with some coins,’ he said lowering his hand into his pocket. With maximum precision, Kelly aimed his punch at the man’s abdomen. The man slumped down and tried to get back at him before his left knuckle completely sent him spiralling to the ground. He had to finish him off fast. He could not risk the confusion of fighting with an old pilot. He had the stamina of youth and so he maximized his advantage. Fifteen minutes later, Kelly was the pilot seated in the cockpit ready to fly out his clients. He had perused through the pockets of the old man and checked his phones

“Well, well, well. The pilot asked you out and didn’t even crash the aircraft. Personal growth.” I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed. “Don’t start.” But I can’t stop smiling.

“To the girl that I love the most in the world, I’m sorry for choosing my work over you a couple of times. Even now, I am commemorating this special day in the airport, but I can’t help it. This is where we first met, and this is where I want all of our happy memories to be together. Teresa Williams, will you do me the honor of calling you mine... forever?” My mouth opened in shock, and I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Is he fucking proposing? In an airport? And as a pilot who's supposed to be driving me to Haliyah province right now? I wandered my eyes around to see if anyone was agitated like me, but they were all gushing from the

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The CEO's Forgotten Wife Chapter 23: Sabotaging Maia

Get rid of the fucking bomb! As if God has listened to her prayers, she saw the pilot behind the guy. The pilot placed his index on his lips and gestured for them to remain silent. And all of them just trusted the pilot and acted as if he wasn't present behind the bomb-tied guy. After all, what else can they do apart from believing in the pilot? They have zero scope to attack and be alive. Even with the slightest moment from them, the mafia guy was becoming alert and tightening his fingers on the remote.

We were already seated comfortably when the pilot finally introduced himself, "This is Captain Blake Gavierra speaking and I will be your Pilot for this flight, together with my co-pilot Harry Zhong." Ace face lit up when he had heard the name and so did mine. Blake was a schoolmate back in Scion and we both knew him quite well; it was surprising that he was piloting the ship since the last we heard of him was that he was a part of the navy. On top of that, I have always thought he was a captain of a ship, not an airplane. We both knew we were going to meet him in I

she says and takes a deep breath. I heard the shuffle of someone walking, clearing his throat Trevor, our pilot, approaches “Alpha we are fuel up and ready to go, please take a seat”, he tells us, he turns and to look at Dira, “My Luna, is a pleasure to be of service” he bows and turns.