Plane Crash Novels Novels & Stories

Everyone said they looked good together. Being high school sweethearts, going through college together and finally deciding to get married. It was a bliss and a dream come true for Elizabeth. But one day she comes back from work, only to see her fiancé and her step sister in bed, getting it on. She was shattered. Broken. But the pain and betrayal she felt, didn't want to leave it just like that. She was going to get revenge. They built everything together. And now she's going to crash it. Bring it all tumbling down. But what happens when she meets Charles Frost? Will she decide to let it all go since she's found a new life? Or will she still let the both of them regret ever betraying her?

On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce.During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her.After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately.Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.

When I got off the plane, a notification popped up on my phone. It was an announcement of my wife's wedding to her lover on social media. I rushed to the company, but I was stopped by the HR director at the elevator. "You are fired. Our company doesn't need freeloaders like you." I was utterly confused. Wasn't this my own company? "Is this a direct order from Claire Luna?" I inquired. "Haha, you are just a nobody in the company. Why would our president Ms. Luna bother with you?" "This is Mr. White's order!" I laughed in disbelief. Since when did Evan White speak for my wife? "Where are they?" I asked the HR director. "They are finally having their wedding on the top floor of the banquet hall. You need to leave now as the top floor is only accessible to the executives." Upon hearing that, I pushed the HR director away. I immediately pulled out my identification card and tapped it on the access scanner. "Beep. Highest authorization confirmed. Welcome back."

The day before we were scheduled to fly to Meridianna for our wedding, Harrison Tucker, my fiancé of five years, swapped my and my parents' first-class tickets for Mandy and her parents without saying a word. He said casually, "Mandy hasn't been to Meridianna and wanted to take her parents out for vacation, but there weren't that many seats left in first class on our flight... You guys take a ship over. I've already bought you the tickets." I looked toward my fiancé's family, and surprisingly, not a single person opposed Harrison's decision. It was then that I finally gave up all hope. After they boarded the plane and departed, I canceled the wedding venue, as well as the luxury hotel and high-end services I had booked. I want to see exactly how Harrison, a customs declaration clerk making only a few thousand dollars a month, was going to accompany his "dear friend's" family to go around Meridianna without my help.

Brandon Smith has flown for eight years. I've been with him since the time he was an assistant pilot, all the way until he successfully rose to the ranks as the head pilot. In the year Brandon's busiest with his career, I resign from my job and begin cooking according to his aviation schedule. Just once, I bring up the question, "Can you please show me the sight of being thousands of feet in the air in the near future? Just once, please!" Brandon continues eating from his plate. "The plane is a workplace, not an amusement park for you." I reply, "Okay." Since then, I never bring up that matter in front of him. That is, until I find myself suffering from insomnia one night. That's when I accidentally come across an encrypted photo album tucked away in Brandon's phone. There are over 40 photos in the album, all from his perspective as a pilot. There are seas of clouds, sunsets, double rainbows after a downpour, as well as the Milky Way in the night sky when the plane is over thousands of feet in the sky. Every photo has been sent to the same person with a bear's emoji as their name. The latest photo is a photo of the beautiful evening colors from three days ago. Half of the sun can be seen in the clouds. The caption that comes with the photo says, "Today's sky is still beautiful as ever. When you come over next time, you can take the observation seat on the right. It gives you the best angle of the sky." The bear emoji person responds with a hugging emoji and a short sentence. "Wait for me to go on my break." I put Brandon's phone back where it belongs without changing the password and deleting the album. Once the morning sun is up, I brew myself some coffee as usual before finishing it quietly. Then, I turn on my computer and book myself a flight ticket to Dalco. It's been eight years. Finally, I don't have to chase after Brandon's flight routes and wait for his mealtimes. I no longer have to stay in an empty house while guessing which flight destination he's headed to right now. Since Brandon's sky refuses to tolerate my presence, I shall move my roots elsewhere and watch the sunset on my own.

Maya Lin has a lot of secrets. To the world, she is a struggling single mom trying to finish college. But online, she is "Velvet Rose," a famous erotica author whose stories pay the bills for her and her four-year-old son. Her most famous book? A retelling of the single most reckless night of her life: her eighteenth birthday at Secret Pleasures, a masked club where she gave her virginity to a stranger. What Maya doesn’t know is that this stranger never forgot her. Professor Adrian Black is cold, cruel, and broken. Since the death of his wife, he has shut down his heart. His only escape is reading the novels of a mysterious online author—the only woman who seems to capture the memory of the one night he felt alive again. When Adrian catches Maya writing a steamy scene in his class, she thinks her life is over. But Adrian doesn't report her. He blackmails her. “Be my assistant, Ms. Lin. Or say goodbye to your scholarship.” Adrian thinks he’s punishing a bratty student. He has no idea that the quiet girl in his office is the author he’s obsessed with.

Alistair Andrews is a CEO of a company engaged in the hotel and resort sector, he is engaged to Ivy, the daughter of a conglomerate in New York However, before they got married Ivy broke up with Alistair for some reason. Some time later, a friend invited him to attend a painting exhibition he was holding in another city. Alistair did not refuse the invitation, he went to Chicago with his secretary. Before they arrived in Chicago, the plane that was taking them there suddenly swerved and quickly plunged sharply into the sea. Alistair and Scarlett sank to the bottom of the ocean with the other passengers, their souls transmigrating into the bodies of prince and princess in the Emerald Kingdom. At that time Prince Nicholas and Princess Georgia were unconscious because someone had poisoned them. That person was Empress Grazia who hated Empress Cecilia's son and daughter who was exiled to a village far from the royal capital. Empress Grazia is Empress Cecilia's cousin who is obsessed with Emperor Edmund and desperately wanted to rule the kingdom in various ways including getting rid of Empress Cecilia's children.

It was our sixth anniversary, but he chose that day to end it with me. Alpha Ivan Slade was my fated mate, bound to me by the will of the Moon Goddess. But when his chosen mate returned, carrying his heir, I became expendable. Instead of facing me himself, he sent her, Marissa Rowe, to deliver the final blow. With a smirk, she handed me the divorce papers while cradling her growing belly. For six years, I had waited for Ivan to see me as his true Luna. I believed the bond we shared would be enough. I was wrong. Signing those papers felt like the end of the world, but Marissa wanted to ensure I never had the chance to rebuild. On their private jet, as the plane cruised over the endless mountains, she made her move. I was thrown into the night sky, plummeting to what should have been my death. But I guess fate wasn’t done with me. Because instead of dying, I was reborn… as the mate to the Alpha King.

To celebrate my first New Year after reconnecting with my biological family, everyone dragged me into signing up for a Tranvego tour. The moment we got off the plane, my parents completely changed. They just stood there while my brother tore up my passport. Then they shoved me into a bus headed for Draconville. The whole way, I begged them to take me back. Because I realized the place that the bus was going was the very same home I had spent ten years trying to escape. And the so-called big bosses they kept talking about? One was my foster father, the director of the compound. One was my foster mother, the head of the transplant center. One was my foster brother, the chief of the landfill district. They were famous for protecting their own. But under the excuse of "loving" me, they locked me up and tried to force me to become one of them. I had fought so hard to get away from them. I never thought I'd be sent back again!

My younger sister was crazy about novels and always envied the way ordinary heroines pick up penniless heroes and climb the social ladder. So, she started picking up men wherever she could. Until one day, a man with a face covered in sores collapsed at our doorstep. I instantly recognized the signs of syphilis and warned my sister repeatedly, and only then did she give up the idea. However, fate had other plans: my sister's best friend "picked him up" instead and married into a wealthy family. My sister held a grudge. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set it on fire. No matter how desperately I begged, she refused to open the door. Outside, she sneered: "I know you're just scared I'll live better than you, so you want to drag me down into misery with you. People like you don't even deserve to be a sister!" I burned alive, my body reduced to nothing but ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister insisted on "picking up that man." This time, I quietly stepped back, letting her have her way—of course, I chose to let her succeed.