Pilot Novels & Stories

Oliver The hangar at Vienna-Schwechat is the kind that asks no questions. Oba's man at the desk barely looks up when we come in. The plane is a Bombardier with the registration plate covered in matte vinyl and a flight plan filed for Reykjavík that we will deviate from somewhere over the Atlantic. The pilot is one of two men Oba has used for this kind of work for six years and the co-pilot is a woman who has not introduced herself and never will.

He squeezed his massive frame past the narrow cockpit door, his ice-blue eyes locking onto the analog altimeter. "Get out of the seat," Julian commanded, his voice vibrating with absolute, ruthless authority. The pilot scrambled out. Julian dropped into the captain’s chair, his large, calloused hands gripping the heavy mechanical yoke. He didn't just fly the crippled jet; he commanded it through sheer, adrenaline-fueled will.

Two minutes to make an impossible choice. "Last chance," the pilot said, steadying his aim at Ava's chest. "Back in the elevator. Now."

The jet was parked, waiting for their use. The word "Anderson" was boldly written on it with blue ink and Rita had never felt more proud. Rodrigo parked the car a few meters beside the plane, coming around to help her. Together, they walked towards the plane but they still maintained some distance because they weren't sure if they would be seen. "Good morning ma'am", the pilot said. Chavez, a tall elderly man had been piloting the Anderson's for as long as Rita could remember. He was a cheerful man who made it his life ambition to see to the safety and happiness of his passengers.

The pilot asked if he could start the engine. "Do we look like we are in a hurry?" Aron yelled at him. "You can start the engine," Ezra replied. "Sir, maybe they are running late, call her," Aron suggested. Ezra looked away The pilot started the engine, and the jet started moving on the runway when a car came speeding and hooting. "Stop the jet! Stop the jet!" Aron ran to the cockpit.

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.

Elliot POV “Mr O’More”, the pilot says as soon as I walk up the steps to the private jet. “Hey, O’Malley”, I say, shaking his hand. He has been our pilot for over ten years now. He is a lovely lad; he keeps to himself and tries to get the girls to do their job without disturbing us. I am not going to lie that sometimes I like I mess with them. I guess we all did, they are all extremely attractive, and I bet Killian and Theo already had their fun with them as well.

“Your ship sails in ten minutes; it's that black one over there. It will take you far enough away for you to be free.” She handed him the ticket with a voice somewhere between neutral and cold. The brown-haired boy couldn't hide his surprise. He took the ticket, the letters caught his attention, he still didn't understand them. “Will this take me to the Gold Star?” he asked, looking into her eyes for the first time. “Tsk.” Chrystal refused to look at him, crossing her arms to answer. “It's just a myth; I don't think it's true. You'll die trying. The best thing to do is to go to a place that really exists.”

“I'm not telling you to kill someone. I'm just looking what will gonna happen sooner.” “Whatever, that is the result in you of watching too much movies.” I shook my head and placed the travel pillow on my neck for me to rest. “Flight attendants, prepare for take-off please,” said of the pilot captain in the speaker here. “I'm going to take a rest before I decided to kill you here,” I said when the plane is finally going to take off. “Damn you, Bro!” he yelled silently.

I connected my laptop to the projector. “Captain Tanner, the presentation is limited to forty minutes. “Save the personal matters for after.” The people on the client’s side let out a chuckle. George’s face went stiff. He barely said anything throughout. While discussing passengers’ peace of mind, I flipped to a slide. “Public confidence in airline staff is built on the crew’s professional consistency and proper boundaries. “A competent pilot should not bring personal emotions into the narrative of public safety.” George looked up at me. I didn’t shy away from his gaze.