The Last Flight: A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She opened to a fresh page and wrote: Amara Nwosu — bride. Innocent. Joyful. She is everything Chioma used to be. She paused. Her hand trembled. Dante Nwosu — enemy? Ally? Something else? He says he wants justice. But he looks at me like he wants more. She closed the notebook. She did not write the last thought. I think I want more too.

Aurelia’s POV The flight had been silent. Rune and I hadn't said anything to each other since we left New Jersey, and that was understandable considering that we both were on edge. The best thing right now was to let it dissolve before it got worse, and so I ignored him. We landed in Cincinnati, and our luggage was rolled out of the private hangar by the stewardess. I didn't want to ask Rune where he had gotten the private jet from because I would be expecting another round of lies, and I was trying to avoid that. I was trying to hold onto this perfect image I always had of him since the start, but that was hard lately. But there was one thing I was sure of: it wasn't going to be long before

The jet waited, a sleek predator humming under the stars, engines whispering impatience. I boarded alone, the cabin sealing with a hiss that echoed my resolve. As the plane sliced through the night sky, banking toward the forsaken wilds of the northern territories, I stared into the void beyond the window—clouds parting like flesh under claws. *It’s gonna be your last day, Lisa,* I whispered to the darkness, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached, the words a venomous prayer on my tongue. *Your schemes end in blood. And his—James’s—will paint the earth red beside yours.*

"Alicia, this kind of scene doesn't help anyone. No matter what, life has to go on." I knew she meant well. People of her generation believed that family matters should never be aired in public. But I had nothing to be ashamed of. I'd done everything right. As for Jacob and Wendy, they were about to become irrelevant. I took Elizabeth's hand. "Elizabeth, I've already made up my mind. I'm getting a divorce. In five days, I'll be flying overseas for further studies. I've bought the ticket." I gestured toward the pile in the hallway. "If there's anything here your grandson could use, please take it. I'll sell the rest to the scrap collector."

I did not need to turn around to know who it was. Jason. I did not look back. I quietly found my seat and fastened my seat belt. Then, I closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself. The flight from Oceanton to Medhel would take a full day and night. I could feel his eyes on me from time to time throughout the journey, but I never responded. I told myself that the past was over. From this moment on, I was going to start a new life. One that was free from all past connections.

"Cassian, don’t take their words to heart. None of it was your fault. You deserve all the beauty in this world." Dazed, I reached out to take her hand. The next second, the woman in front of me was lying shyly in someone else’s arms, looking at me with mockery. "Who would want skin-to-skin contact with a jinx?" I jolted awake in a cold sweat. I checked the time and sent Julian a message. We discussed leaving Asher Bay and developing our studio in Fairmont instead. Originally, I had planned to move to Fairmont. However, Elara had wanted to stay in Asher Bay, so I stayed for her.

Mom opened the sketchbook, glanced at it, and started ripping. Hard. The sharp tear of paper filled the room. "No! Mom, don't!" I lunged for her, but my hands cut through empty air. I dropped to the floor, shaking, staring at the scraps everywhere. I couldn't even cry anymore. When the sketchbook was shredded, Mom stood there, catching her breath. Then she walked out and shut the door behind her. Leaving me alone with the torn pages. *** Mom's phone rang again. The driver. He begged her not to call the cops. Said he'd pay whatever it took.

‘flight 288, get ready…’ they all could here a voice that was quite feminine, their flight had arrived and they now had just about twenty five minutes, so they just sat there talking about the weirdest of things. “well I guess it is my turn to wave you goodbye from the plane,” Henry uttered sarcastically, he recalled the time when Nicole was returning go Denver, that was about four months ago. “trust me I did not enjoy the fact that this is could be our last face to face endeavors before I am back.” he uttered to her, his face was as serious as ever as he told Nicole.

Rich says as he sits next to me and air swipes a screen command directed to the pilots along with three other jets following us. "The Last Island" =========================================================================================================

I was hoping to ignore that detail. But something told me it would come up. I jumped into the car, Ben helped with my case, and Dante was in the back. It was an hour's drive to the airport and a six-hour flight to Cawdor. My heart pounded, and my blood rushed. Our last mission was tough, excruciating even. But this, I wasn't entirely convinced I would come out alive. THE END ************************************************************************************ There is Sequel to this book...The Alpha King. Let me Know if it's something you're interested in reading!