The Last Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

They thought this was the best way not only to end her existence but also to take part in the world’s most frowned-upon research—the human cloning program. Just to think, they did this to her—her own family, her own blood makes me want to scream until they all bleed through their eyes and ears. Thankfully, during the whole flight, Griffin doesn’t say a word. Probably understanding that I need this silence just as much as I need air. And he won’t be wrong. I need this space to organize my thoughts. I need this quiet to truly grasp what I really want. When the flight lands after four hours, we are met with the caravan of black cars already waiting for us at the tarmac—arranged by Griffin’s PA.

I fought back, I'm not naive I just don't want to assume things and I also don't want to make things complicated so it's better to keep silent for things like that. "Fine, fine whatever you said. But don't ignore this one. You'll get a jackpot if he finds the unique in you" Aria insisted. "Who, Enzo? Come on Aria, let's not think about it. I just hope they'll forget about what they read in your diary" I said and sat beside her again. I wished they did forget about that, but I got it all wrong. Because they spread that news to everyone so fast, spreading like wildfire!

She needs me there to do just about anything right. "I should've put distance between us a long time ago. "I don't want to divorce Melissa, but I've let her down too many times." Walter found his breaking point, and tears streamed down his face without restraint. "Then... then you go." By then, I had made it to Lyndon without a hitch. The professor and some seniors were there at the airport to welcome me. It had been ages since I last visited, and those times were always too hurried to catch up with anyone.

And I was afraid if I so much as opened my mouth, I would say the rudest thing that would surely guarantee my way right back to hell. So I shut my eyes and let her words hang in the space between us. Really, there was no point trying to have a conversation with kimberly, at the end of the day, it would all come back to how I ditched her and married the second girl in a span of 2 months. Was I ashamed? Nope! Proud? Definitely. ~~~ The six hour flight finally came to an end and I was shaken awake by the violent turbulence that rocked the plane. “We’re landing,” Kaito called out from somewhere behind me, already seeing that I was all damn ready to pull out my gun. I tried to relax in my seat, t

She couldn't feel the floor. Noah was gone. The man who had built her a sanctuary of flour and sugar, the man who had loved a child that wasn't his own, the man who had been her steady hand in the dark—he was gone. And in his place was a void so vast and so cold that it threatened to swallow the entire world. The black notebook slipped from Adrian’s hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Lydia’s vision began to tunnel. The last thing she saw was the doctor’s sympathetic face fading into a grey mist. The last thing she felt was Adrian’s grip tightening, his voice calling her name with a desperation she had never heard before.

The blast doors were less than three feet from the floor now. Julian looked over his shoulder at the black Gulfstream, its engines still whining their useless, high-pitched scream. The flight to Patagonia was dead. The black site was a fantasy. He looked back at me, his jaw clenching with a final, unyielding resolve.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

“Stay there, your plane will leave now and arrive in your country in a couple of hours, we were never meant to meet, it was an accidental meeting and it would be best to leave it at that, you will be fine once you get back to your normal life, you will forget about me and I would too, let’s not meet again in the future,” He said and his last words broke her heart even more, did he really say they should never meet? She took a few steps back as the tears started flowing freely, his words hurt so bad. She knew as painful as it was, she had to accept that this was the end for them. She looked into his eyes, his expression was unreadable, she didn’t know if he meant those words or if he was just

"Four novels. Arriving, staying, becoming, having-been. And the last sentence of the last one is a morning." "The last sentence of the last one is a morning," Elian said. "It was always going to be. The first sentence of the first novel was a hotel room at four in the morning — the worst morning, the deciding morning, the morning when everything was at stake. The last sentence of the last novel is a kitchen morning — the best morning, the ordinary morning, the morning when nothing is at stake because everything has been built." He set the manuscript on the table. "From the worst morning to the ordinary one. That's the whole arc. That's what the four novels are: the journey from the morning w

Her room seemed small compared to mine, but I also grew up as a son of an Alpha in a pack house that probably looked like a wooden mansion to outsiders. Being here without her was torture. I got up and walked back downstairs. Before I did, though, I borrowed a pair of shorts from her uncle, so I wouldn't be standing around naked anymore. I went out on the porch and waited. The closest airport to here was about an hour away. If they dropped her off and didn't stick around, then they would already be on their way back by now. I would wait. I needed to hear what they had to say for themselves. I needed to explain myself.