Stewardess Stories Novels & Stories

I open the door, the wind is cold, I freeze, this winter night is eerie, it aggravates the season that has been stained with a fierce scarlet: death. Placing my hands on jugs, I turn towards the brand new car. It's not out yet, why is it taking so long? I look back again, at that moment he comes out, already wearing a shirt. That's why it took so long. A woman, I guess from the inscription on her uniform that she is the stewardess, greets me at the foot of the stairs that will take me inside the plane. “Priviet, dévushka Tessa, please come up.

It had been only a week plus since I began working at Stanley's, the grocery store, but it felt like a year. Working for a year in Twinkle Stars hadn't felt this crazy. It wasn't just the workforce that was the problem. This woman, Marsha Jay, was an earthquake in my life.

Lisa started retelling their life story. "We went to the big city to look for a job, and we met someone from the Manpower Agency who helped us find an employer. That's why we thank God because we ended up with kind employers like you..." Karina recounted. "Aww, thank you guys... Our lives wouldn't be smooth and easy without you." Celeste sincerely stated. Celeste, Mrs. Chavez, Lisa and Karina continued on having an enjoyable conversation while eating... ============================== Celeste is just lazing around their swimming pool area. She is currently lying on the hammock while doing her usual sunbathing routine.

Definitely not with Zayn. Or maybe I was just overthinking. I had heard stories about him before. Stories about women becoming obsessed after meeting him. Ridiculous stories. At least that was what I used to think. We entered an elevator and rode up in silence. Soon, we stopped in front of a large door. “Sir, she’s here,” the stewardess said before walking away immediately. I looked at the door curiously. From what I could tell, it worked with fingerprints or key cards.

(Stewardess) “Thank you…”. (Catherine Kent) The Stewardess entered our cabin and tell us that we were about to land and then exits the cabin once again. Since I was in the ‘coma’ right now, I were lying on the bed right now like any comatose person. “..oh shit…That is a lot of people…who are they waiting for?…is there some celebrity arriving at the same time as us?..”. (Ken) Ken who were on the same jet as me look out of the windows and noticed that there were big crowds around the airport, to the point that the people spilling out to the nearby road, making a lot of traffic jams around the airport.

some of the other waitresses gossiped in hushed tones but intentionally loud enough for me to hear. “She was so desperate to get off the streets when she didn’t have a job and now she thinks she can act privileged because there’s a roof over her head” another waitress spoke. I had thought of confronting them for their shameless behavior but I knew my history was already a common story because I was the only staff member hired out of pity despite the strict persona Mr Carvelli portrayed himself to have. And if I wasted any more time then Carvelli would throw me back on said streets.

“I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.” Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already. “No, honey. You’re everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked. “Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—” We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.

I could only guess that the waitress was one of the women who were infatuated with the Stetson brothers, they both had quite a reputation in the city and I had married one of them, and that had gained some negative and positive reactions. “Oh my god! I can’t believe my streak of luck, yesterday I saw Ridley Stetson and today it’s you.” She was so excited that it made me smile at her wider. She looked younger than me. “I must have fed hungry people in my past life,” She added and made me chuckle. “I’m just a regular person,”

He said in a normal way. "How do you even know me? We never even talk and if we do talk.. I bet we will end up arguing." I said. "You can use it incase there's an emergency." He said and I nodded. The air stewardess started to serve us food and yes I'm dying to eat because I starved myself yesterday so I can fit into my wedding dress. "Can I have the steak again?" I asked the air stewardess. "Sure, Mrs. Romeo." She smiled as she took away my plate. Suddenly Deandre put his plate of steak in front of me. I turned to him and he's busy eating his salad. I shrugged and started to dig in.

"Yes - but never mind that part of it. Look, suppose I gave you ten thousand kwacha, would that help you remember a few things?" "Well; make it fifteen and I just may remember a few things, you know," she said looking him straight in the eye, and then winked at him conspiratorily. "Deal. Now, to start with, you are one of the workers here that the paramount hotel and..." he begun, to say. " I am just a waitress in the casino part of the hotel," she interjected. " Good enough. Waitresses hear and see a lot of things - especially in a casino. If we start with the smuggling of..."