The Last Flight: A Novel Novels & Stories

You'd better apologize to her later when she and her family arrive, and be a good hostess! I glanced at the words 'Jemma's Kitchen' printed on the packaging, and moved my body away from Steven. "It's fine. I've already eaten." Besides, I didn't eat leftovers. Just an hour ago, Jenny flaunted how she was eating dinner with Steven on social media. "Woah, I almost died in that accident! Steven and I are having dinner to recover from the shock!" The location? Jemma's Kitchen, of course. Steven didn't seem to hear what I said and started to lay out the food in front of me.

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

"Not of Damian. Not of prison. I’m terrified that when this is all over, you’ll realize you don't need a monster to protect you anymore. And you'll leave again." I unbuckled my belt and moved to his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as the small plane bucked in the turbulence. "I'm not going anywhere, Ethan. We're in the 'Aftermath' now. And the only way out is through." He held me then, his face buried in my neck, as we flew south toward the heat, the humidity, and the final reckoning. The "Ghost Flight" was our sanctuary, a moment of suspended animation between the lives we had lost and the war we were about to start.

"This is the end. We end her... for good.” One Last Transmission The emergency console blazed, displaying Natalia’s scarred face, her twisted smile widening. "Did you really think... you could kill me?"* Her dark eyes gleamed... victorious. "This ocean... belongs to me." The Final Flight Begins Rook’s VTOL engines roared, blasting off toward the North Atlantic Trench, vanishing into the storm-choked horizon. We were out of time. One final mission... One last war.

"She can't be." "There is only five royal blood left in the Aero Edis. Queen Khan Awae being the last woman, her brother Prince Nicholas, and his three sons could be the fourth guardian." King Suxx said. "Who between them is the guardian, that's what we need to find out," Hunter declared. "What help can I do now?" I joined in the conversation. Hunter looked at me. "Find out who the last guardian is," he turned to Prince Marcus. "You two must start your first step now."

She could not help but worry that something would happen to Jeremy. Madeline spent the entire night sitting on the couch. In a daze, she heard the news report from the television. Slowly opening her eyes, she realized that she had fallen asleep sometime during the night and it was already seven o’clock the following morning. Madeline felt her head pound. She had not even gotten a hold of her own emotions when she suddenly heard the female anchor report regretfully, “As of 9 PM last night, a flight to Glendale airport fell into F Country’s waters due to an unknown issue ten minutes after take-off. Of the 112 flight attendants, pilots, and passengers, 111 have been confirmed dead while one is

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

Ready for work, Elle zoomed off with her driver in the latest Porsche car she bought. Arriving at her company, the driver was quick to open the door for her. Stepping down in her well-tailored ash-colored business jumpsuit and her matching Louis Vuitton bag and shoe, she majestically walked inside the tall skyscraper. But before she could get inside, the reporters waiting patiently for her to arrive blocked her path. "Miss Elle, what do you have to say about the Galla party last night?" "Miss Elle, is it true you walked out of the hall immediately after Ethan stepped inside?"

I pulled him up off the floor. "I'll figure out how to get Hallie somewhere safe. But I still cannot take this job." Brody stood there, wanting to say more but unable to find the words. A deafening roar suddenly tore through the silence outside. The sound of rotor blades grew from a distant hum to a thundering pulse, and the entire room trembled. A black helicopter descended onto the base's landing pad, the silver logo of Lattimer Maritime Group gleaming on its fuselage. The rotors had not even fully stopped before the cabin door swung open.