Novelas y relatos de Plane Crash Novels

When her first love died, my wife jumped from the cruise ship to end her life on our honeymoon. That was when I realized she had never let go of Tyler. Reborn back to our teenage years, she didn’t hesitate to shake off my hand and walk straight toward her first love. I watched them leave together, then turned away. From that moment on, our lives became two parallel lines that would never cross. Ten years later, we meet again at a lavish gala in Rivendell. She was now the rising star of high society, proudly clinging to Tyler’s arm as they made their entrance. When she saw me crash the gala in search of someone, she couldn’t help but advise me. “Why are you still obsessed with me? Even if you’ve waited ten years, I’ll never love you.” I ignored her and pulled my son out of the corner where he had been sneaking cake. Her eyes instantly redden as she grabs my hand in a panic. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Didn’t you say you’d only ever love me in this life?”

*Abandoning ship isn’t my style. It wasn’t hers either, but our circumstances ripped us apart. Now it’s not just a literal ocean standing between us. Francine Chirilova has no direction. After coming out of the closet leaves her without a family at age 18, the quick witted 25 year old has been forced to survive on her connections and kind personality. Throw in a rapidly decreasing appetite and a tendency to gravitate toward abusive women for a epic shit show. While recovering from her latest 4 year long mistake, she makes a strong, yet unlikely connection with her virtual best friend. Que in recovering alcoholic Vasilisa Krovopuskova, aged 26 from Siberia, Russia. After surviving a grueling upbringing on her own, trust is a difficult concept to grasp. Already having experienced heartbreak once before, she wasn’t looking for anything serious when Francine crash landed into her life via an online sanctuary for lesbians. With an ocean separating the two, neither Francine nor Vasilisa know which direction to swim in. Will they stay on their side of the world, or drown trying to get to the other? *Disclaimer* - Strong mature content. 18+, please Book one. To follow is book two: “Our Blank Canvas.”

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

To take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law, I quit my job and spent three years as a full-time househusband. That day, after cleaning up her waste, I hid in the bathroom with a cigarette between my fingers and came across a post on my wife’s boss’ Instagram. [You’re meant to be with me in the end. Since that freeloader can’t give you happiness, let me take you to the paradise of Maldev.] Above the caption were two plane tickets. Someone commented below. [That homemaker husband of hers is definitely clinging onto her. After all, she’s his meal ticket.] The boss replied. [Don’t worry. Tonight she’ll go home and come clean. She’ll say the company was caught falsifying accounts and is facing massive fines, and that she might need to serve jail time. [To keep that guy from getting dragged into it, the only option is divorce. He’s as timid as a mouse and will take any chance to flee.] I stared at the screen, stunned, until the cigarette burned my fingers. Ten minutes later, my wife rushed home, panic written all over her face. She dropped her bag on the floor. “Honey, something’s gone wrong with the company’s finances. They’re accusing us of falsifying accounts. I was solely responsible for the accounts. I might need to serve 10 years in prison, plus fines of more than ten thousand dollars. “We need to sign the papers before they seize our house. I don’t want to drag you and mom into this.”

"You know what,I wish I died,I wish I never met you..I wish you were never..",I choked out a sob ".. My mate..you are the worst thing that happened to me, Alpha Alex,you are nothing but a monster..I despise you",I spat out with venom and I didn't regret it. He flinched,regret and pain storming through those golden eyes but it was too late..I couldn't forgive him,I didn't think I ever could. " Betty..",he reached out,his hands in the air and I thought he was going to hit me and unwillingly I shivered back by instinct but he wasn't. His eyes holding nothing more than hurt and regret . " I'm sorry.." well it's too late. Omegas are hated in my park,"Moon shadow". We are treated with disgust with no rights to be called living creatures. We are slaves,all because the Alpha hates and despises omegas and set laws that takes away the rights of omegas. He is said to be heartless,cruel,powerful and blood thirsty. She met him,he saw her. She's everything that he despises but he can't seem to let her go. In annoyance to his growing unexplained feelings. He breaks,tortures,threatens and torments her. He might just be her worst nightmare or something even more...but she hates him and he loves her with his sins against her..mate or not. Read and find out more about their awful love story,groomed with pain and heartache..can she forgive him,love him and move on or will she drag him down to hell with her...who knows..let's find out together. If you are tired of similar cringe werewolf novels,then please enjoy. Abuse,sexual and swearing is present. So read at your own risk.

On the morning of her wedding to Alpha Caelum Sterling, in front of six hundred guests, Ariadne "Ari" Voss is publicly rejected. Her cousin Isolde is named Luna in her place. Ari does not beg. She does not weep. She does not look back. What no one knows is that she walks out of the ceremony carrying the Sterling Pack's inner sanctum ledger the financial record book she stole during the rejection itself. Five years later, Ari returns to the Northern packs to bury her father. She returns as the owner of the largest werewolf-tech investment firm in the Free Cities. As the controlling shareholder of six Northern pack businesses, including the Sterling Pack's main revenue source. As the woman Alpha Caelum Sterling rejected on the floor of his own ballroom and now owes nine hundred million Free Cities credits. Caelum's marriage to Isolde has collapsed. The Sterling Pack is financially failing. And the morning Ari's plane lands in the Northern Hollow, Caelum learns that his pack's largest creditor is the rejected first mate he threw away. He wants her back. But Ari did not survive five years in the Free Cities to come home for a second chance with the man who destroyed her. She came home to take everything he loves and burn it to the ground. And there is one thing Caelum does not yet know one mark hidden beneath the collar of Ari's silk blouse, one bond she has been carrying in secret for three years. She belongs to the Lycan King. And the Lycan King is on his way to the Northern Hollow.

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

On the fifth anniversary of Rebecca Perry's marriage to Vance Bradford, his first love returned to the country. That night, she caught him in the bathroom, murmuring Catherine's name as he pleasured himself. That was why, for five years, he had never touched her. "Catherine is back; she's all alone. I'm just helping her as a friend." "I understand." "I promised her I'd accompany her to the island for her birthday. I'm just fulfilling it." "Okay." "This banquet requires a capable companion, and Catherine is more suitable than you." "Okay, go ahead." When she stopped getting angry, stopped shedding tears, and stopped making a fuss, he grew puzzled. "Rebecca, why aren't you angry?" Of course, she wasn't angry anymore—because she was preparing to leave. Weary of this stagnant marriage, she had secretly learned a foreign language, taken the proficiency exam, and applied to study abroad. The day her visa was approved, she presented him with the divorce agreement. Vance froze. "No joke. How are you gonna survive without me?" Rebecca turned away, bought a plane ticket, and flew to the European continent, vanishing without a trace. The next time he saw news of her was in a viral video. Dressed in a flowing red gown, she danced against a foreign sky, igniting the internet with her performance. He gritted his teeth. "Rebecca, no matter where you hide, I will find you and bring you back!"

Ava and Clara have be friends from childhood untill they developed feelings for each other. But their love was put to test when Ava was involved in a plane crashed, everyone thought he was dead not knowing he was safe by geologist, but Ava lost his memory. He couldn't recognize where he was and the trace to find his hometown was given. So he remains with Raine the geologist and his wife for two years. At the other hands, Clara thought to have a husband from his family member, since she couldn't forget him or have someone like him. This made her tried changing Sherman Ava twins brother, he has Ava resemblance, but opposite in character, he was rude and arrogant, and have no time for women, he felt it was not necessary then. Clara while trying to change him for good, she save his life and made him a change person. She had pregnant for him, and on the eve of their wedding, Ava regain his memory, he rushed down to Serangroon on the day of Sherman and Clara wedding, hearing that she was getting married to Sherman his brother after his two years of disappearance, he rushed to the temple where they wedding was ongoing. He got in immediately Clara was about to exchange the wedding vow with Sherman, she called her name, Clara saw him, she tried running to meet him, but fell and fainted, when she was revived, she realized she was in between the twin brother, she was left with he choice of wedding with Ava or Sherman.

My mom needed heart surgery. There were only three surgeons on the planet capable of performing the operation. My husband, Caleb Rhodes, was one of them. People called him the miracle doctor. Yet on the day of my mother's surgery, he walked out of the operating room and boarded a plane to care for his first love, Olivia Hayes—all because she had caught a cold. At my lowest, my childhood friend Ryan Walker scoured the world for the best surgeon he could find and rushed him in to try to save my mom. Still, it was too late. The delay cost my mother her life; she died on the operating table. Three years later, Ryan proposed to me. I was ready to say yes. Then I overheard him talking to my ex-husband. "Emma's stubborn. If she ever finds out her mother was never actually sick, and that we killed her to save Olivia, she'll lose it." A chill swept through me. Ryan cut him off. "Enough. Olivia's condition kept getting worse after everything that happened. Emma's mother was the only compatible heart donor we found. Was I supposed just to stand there and watch Olivia die? "Besides, I've already given Emma a home and a future to make up for it. She should be satisfied." That was the moment the truth crashed over me. My mother had never been sick. Every detail had been orchestrated. They had murdered her to save another woman.