Pilot Novels & Stories

‘Do you trust me, Nat? Her words keep replaying in my mind as I'm watching her, effortlessly, get the attention of the pilot. The pilot was very distracted, especially when July sensually touched his arm where the grenade was. She stroked the pilot's arm up and down softly. The maniac pilot swallowed hard. It's good that the chopper has an autopilot; if not, we might have crashed earlier. "That's more like it, kid. Come here. Make me happy." The pilot looks like he is salivating while looking at July.

Points it at the helicopter. “ROCKET LAUNCHER!” the pilot screams. The missile fires. Everything goes white.

In no time, the entire flight crew were dragged out. They had pleading eyes at Raphael and Dante. I locked my gaze with the pilot as he quivered and was being pushed into the car. "I didn't do anything sir. I swear on my life. I have no clue what is going on"the pilot pleaded fervently as he was roughly pushed into one of the cars. "Raph---the pilot is innocent, please don't kill him" I interceeded on his behalf. "That will be for me to decide wife. Don't interfere or I might just have to deal with you" Raphael seductively whispered into my ear making me take in sharp breaths.

To my surprise, Aiden outstretched his hand toward Beta Luca. Luca accepted his handshake. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Beta,” Aiden, keeping his eyes locked on Aiden. Luca nodded. “Likewise,” he said in return and the tightness in his voice did not go missed by me. Without another word, Aiden and I walked towards the plane. The pilot stood outside the lane, and he looked a bit funny; like his eyes were hazed over and he looked uneasy. I didn’t question it though; he was the King’s personal pilot, so he had to be trusted. We said hello to him, and he said hello back without his words slurring.

None of us slept, we were all just running on adrenaline at this point. The pilot on the plane was going to meet us and smuggle us on. Javi said the pilot, who was this businessman’s usual guy, was actually retired Air Force and happy to help us. Javi didn’t think it was fair that the pilot not know what he was getting into. I couldn’t believe the lengths people were going to, for us ... for total strangers and it kept bringing tears to my eyes.

We started to usher the passengers into the plane and I was so glad that the man that was giving me huge tasks to do was no longer in the flight. “Thank goodness!” I sighed in relief as we closed the door to the plane and we took off. “Have you wondered what it feels like being a pilot, being at the wheel and literally driving everyone to their destination, like you have everyone on this plane with different beliefs , motifs, different lives and different thinking patterns and different problems?” Olive expressed. I thought about what she said for a bit. Funny how that is a vivid representation of how God happens to be the pilot

As soon as they landed, everyone scattered to get off the plane and head home. It sure had been a tiresome day for everyone. Duhamel headed straight to Angus’ office to complain about their crazy pilot lady. The only thing the general said was that they should have had their seat belts on as ordered. Duhamel’s only thought was that the lady was an angel straight from hell. The general looked at his team leader and smiled at how bothered he was. He shook his head thinking about how much the team needed a little bit of crazy. They were yet to know that she was their new team member.

Pilot: I told you I could find you! The man becomes surprised by the pilot's words. Man: You are him? Pilot: Yes, I am the chatter. Man: What? How? Pilot: No time! I won't make it. The man, recovering from his panic earlier, notices that he is facing someone who looks exactly like him. He notices the large pipe that had pierced the pilot Man: What is the meaning of this? Pilot: I can't explain yet... *panting* Man: Right, right... dying.

The pilot frowned, shaking his head in confusion. “How could I possibly misremember?” Rex’s tone sank, his face turning cold. In the blink of an eye, a slender, razor-sharp blade appeared between his fingers—thin as cicada wings, sharp enough to slice through a throat. He twirled it effortlessly, eyes gleaming like a leopard fixated on prey. “…Maybe Mr. Lawrence simply forgot to tell me.” The pilot immediately changed his tune. “Then call him and check.” “Alright, alright.” The pilot set his helmet aside, stepped off the helicopter, and quickly walked into the passageway at the edge of the helipad

She sounded terrified and utterly pissed off on the phone, and I want nothing more than to take her home with me. The stairs to the jet are released slowly, and I pilot steps down them carefully. Instead of waiting at the end of it like usual, he walks all the way to Kyle and me with his face contorted in concern. "Sir," he says sternly in greeting. He is not a wolf, but I have been using him as my personal pilot for years now. I was just lucky as fuck he happened to be working another job in Northern Canada when I called him. "What is it?" I ask, already following him back towards the jet.