The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Behind the picture was a downsized print of a baby's footprint. “Oh!”, The brunette broke down again, seeing the memories encased in one necklace and the wedding band on her lover's finger. The whole cult left the whole building, giving the grieving woman one last time alone with what was remaining of her wife's body. Stephan sat on a pavement, his mind calculating where he could have gone wrong to cause her death. The explosion came from within and the cameras inside the helicopter showed the pilot activating the bomb on him. Further investigation had found the real pilot dead somewhere. The pilot that flew that helicopter was an impersonator who had worn a silicon resemblance of the real p

Perhaps that is why the pilot does not even dare to leave his post for a second. “This is terrible, I will never have more children.” says she upset. “Don't worry, it will all be over soon.” says the co-pilot. “These hurts too much, why didn't anyone tell me? If I had known, I would have done everything possible not to get pregnant.” says Rain for the tenth time. “We all fell for it.” says the co-pilot. Rain looks at me with pure hatred and I wonder if it is possible that I will die from a murderous look from my she wolf, because I am already starting to feel bad.

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.

she greeted me "come sit beside me" I smiled at her, "I have to speak with the pilot real quick and then I'll be back" "Oh okay hurry back" I walked over to the cockpit passing the attendant's quarters along the way and knocked on the door. It opened a second later to reveal my pilot and co-pilot Mr. and Mrs. Miller. They were a married couple in their fifties that I hired when I was on a trip to Spain. They wanted to move to America to be closer to their kids but couldn't because they couldn't find a job here so I hired them on the spot.

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

She couldn't have been older than forty-five. Silver streaks ran through her dark hair. She wore no military insignia. Only a charcoal suit beneath a flight jacket. The pilot looked back. "Ma'am." "We're approaching Grid Seven." She nodded calmly. "Any sign of Gabriel?" "Negative." "What about Korir?" "No contact." She looked through the side window. "The Kenyans have complicated matters." Another passenger smiled. "They always do." The woman didn't return the smile. "No." "They've survived longer than expected."

"We cannot annul the wedding right now, we have to give it some time." "The bitch has us trapped." Mrs Gage erupted. Knox stared at Astrid for a tense-filled second. "You wanted to be her so badly that you wore her dress and signed her name," Knox said, stopping his pacing and approaching her like a predator. "Fine. You’re my wife. But you don't get the life she was going to have. You’re going to help me find her, and until then, you will play this part so perfectly that even God is fooled."

Ethan stood in the empty hospital room, the St. Christopher medal clenched in his hand until his knuckles turned white. The resignation and divorce agreement lay on the nightstand. Ava's signature was clean, steady, and without hesitation. Fragments he had ignored began rising in his mind. Years ago, when he had been invited to give a lecture at flight school, a young woman had stayed behind after class. Her eyes had been bright when she asked whether rescue pilots could always bring people out of the dark.