The Last Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

-D Damon. Still trying. Still reaching out. Still not understanding that it was over. I should have deleted it. Should have blocked the number. Should have ignored it completely. But instead I saved it. Didn’t respond. Just saved it. And tried not to think about why. I pulled out my phone again to check my boarding pass. Gate 42. Flight 237 to London Heathrow. Departing at 9:45 AM. I’d be cutting it close with this traffic, but I’d make it. Had to make it. This was it. My last chance to leave.

my guard placed a small lighter on my palm seeing which aiden go to know that how much he is going to enjoy his death now . "Tick tock tick tock " burning and extinguishing the lighter ,my eyes consumed that burning flame of betrayal . "Boooommmm " i threw the lighter on him before walking away from there . even if i got out of the hall his screams still reached my ears . "Get the Jet ready we are flying to new york " sitting in my car i cleaned my hands with the handkerchief . The airport was quite packed with peoples but my guards were every where covering each and every part of airport for me . i was going towards my private jet When a little body got collided with me drenching my whole p

Nicholas said while impatiently waving his hand, gesturing for her to leave. Luna knew that Nicholas always cared about the child in Clarice's belly, and now that the child was born, he must be very angry, so she didn't dare to wait any longer. She immediately placed the file bag in front of Nicholas and quickly left the office. At the International Airport, the flight to Granada, one of the most beautiful cities in Spain, was about to take off. Inside a quiet and comfortable executive cabin, a woman with long hair and a blue silk shirt was reading a pathology book with rapt attention. When the plane took off, she raised her wrist and checked the time on her watch. She closed her eyes for a

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

, he tells frowning taking a look at the clay tablet again. “I ....I need to go”, I stutter badly running from that place where my secret was almost out. “Aurora! Wait!”, I hear Catherin and Lucas call me from behind to which I decided to ignore and run away to my safe place, my home. I enter my shared apartment with Lucas and Catherin and rush to my bedroom and smack the door on their faces before they ask me questions.

“You fell asleep last night. I left you there in living room. That’s all.” “Is that all?” He asked for confirmation, what’s the deal? I answered with a nod. “You just really left me in the living room?” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

She looked at me with a flattering gaze, then continued, "I'll make sure someone takes good care of you. Only then will Nathan be able to vent his anger." The moment she finished, desperate pleading came through the phone. "Vivian, I'm already suffering. Please don't..." Before Caleb could finish, Vivian hung up. She handed the phone back to me, with expectation in her eyes. "Nathan, I've avenged our child. I..." I cut her off. "We're done." My tone was firm, leaving no room for her to speak again. Right in front of her, I bought two tickets back home. Throughout the flight, I didn't give her even half a glance, and she wisely stayed silent.

He understood exactly what value every woman in his life held, and he knew perfectly well that I was the most obedient one. I was obedient enough to remarry him every single time after eight divorces. However, this time was different. As I held onto Ryland's arm, I glanced down at the flight information on my phone. Ryland, this is where we end. After confirming my departure time, I slipped my phone back into my purse. What I didn't notice was that Ryland had caught a glimpse of the screen. He smiled. "Are you really that eager to go to the Maldivis with me?" His arm tightened around my waist, his tone intimate and affectionate.

Adrian listened and felt something inside him give way. He remembered telling Mira once that the bridge was too sentimental. He remembered the way she had gone quiet, then smiled as if the comment had not hurt. He remembered all the little silences he had mistaken for agreement, all the times she had swallowed pain because there was a show the next day, a meeting the next morning, another crisis waiting for her hands. When the last firework fades, promise me you'll still look at the sky. The line filled the hall in Mira's voice.