Stewardess Stories Novels & Stories

Just before a woman entered. "Mr. Castillo," she called out and halted her steps as soon as she was inside the room and saw us. "Is everything fine over here?" The woman asked again in a more calmer tone. It made me recognize her voice as the stewardess from the airplane earlier today. What is she doing in the resort? Dominick didn't reply to anyone as he pulled me closer to himself. This time, I struggled and didn't let him. "Let go of me, Dominick," I yelled.

They could hurl every insult they wanted. What she cared about was Zane. What if he thought she used Zia to stir up trouble, to gain attention? “I pity Ms. White. She doesn’t deserve this.” “Yeah, she’s such a kind woman. Do you think she even knows Mr. Frost already had a child?” “I don’t get why homewreckers exist. It’s such a shame working with one.” “What’s this ruckus about?! Everyone, quiet!” Ms. Stewart’s voice cut through the chatter as she walked in. She had just returned from a meeting with the CEO.

She was crying, as was Ron. Sarah was made of sterner stuff, having heard similar stories before as a journalist and knowing Shasta didn't want pity, she didn't give her any. "It must have been very hard on you, Shasta, and I think you're remarkable for persevering as you did. How did you acquire a slave?"

As they walked, Stellar overheard hushed discussions around her— "I didn’t expect Ms. Shaw to be this approachable and charismatic. I heard she’s the daughter of the director of the National Aeronautics Institute. She practically grew up in fighter jets." "She was born to be a pilot, but she chose to become an aerospace engineer because of her passion for the field." "Hey, have you noticed? Her profile looks so familiar… Isn’t she the one who saved an entire plane during the AT580 incident three months ago?" A collective gasp spread through the group. Stellar’s heart skipped a beat. "It was her? That accident was catastrophic! The captain was unconscious, a wing was damaged, and yet the plan

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

Lauren woke up to a sunny morning with a smile on her face. Today was the day she had been waiting for, the start of her new career as a maid in the mansion of billionaire CEO Damien Burlington. She had spent the past week packing up all her belongings in her tiny apartment, and now it was time to say goodbye to her sister Fraulein and promise her nephew that she would come back soon with lots of money.

Two beautiful waitresses were wiping the table close to the door in the restaurant while chatting softly. “Why do we have such a tough life wiping tables everyday. When will we be freed from this life?” Waitress A frowned, feeling very furious. “You will be freed if you dated a rich man,” teased Waitress B. It was not easy for waitresses like them to date a rich man. “That’s true. Do you remember the lady who brought a kid along, looking shabby yet dated the Young Master Moore? I guess she must be a mistress.” Waiter A was spirited up as she started gossiping.

“If you wanna talk about service, then how about you get down on your knees and take some of this heat off me, huh? Then maybe I’ll rate your f*cking service!” Professionalism did not equal consent to unlawful behavior. The young woman waved at one of her male colleagues, declaring, “This passenger’s language and behavior are obscene and concerning. Please contact security.” A steward’s role on the crew often extended beyond serving male passengers. In a bind, they could serve as security on a flight, which was why, before Benedict could get violent, the steward in question tackled him and pulled him down to the floor. As he found himself knocked down to the floor, Benedict heard Javier’s fa

Writer’s Pov She was deep in thought for a moment and a flight stewardess came to ask her what she'd like to have but she didn’t even realise that the stewardess was standing beside her. “Hi Ma’am” The stewardess said as she tapped her by her shoulder trying to get her attention back. “Yes, I’m sorry I was a bit disconnected” she said immediately her attention was back. “Sorry Ma’am, would you like to have anything?” The stewardess asked Kaylee politely.

They knew such women, they were flings who had high-ups after succeeding in climbing on the bed of the big bosses. ‘’Miss, mr Damon stepped out and he is having a private chat with the pilot.’’ the hostess tried as much as she could to keep her calm. She wanted so much to scream and tell Jane she was not deserving of a man like him, she had been on every flight of hers and she secretly hoped he would take notice of her. She could not expose anything she saw on the plane and she knew she was not the only one who hoped for such, every hostess had deep dark fantasies, they all wished this wealthy man would stop looking at them as just workers and treat them like women.