Up In The Air Novel Novels & Stories

Innocent, shy Airk just asked me to go to my room. Before I could answer, he grabbed my hand and walked me upstairs. "Argo will smell you in my room, so I thought yours was better." Airk explained once we stood in front of my room. I opened the door and walked in, still holding Airk’s hand. Why on earth was I so nervous? I had done this a million times. Airk chuckled nervously, "so now what? Do we take our clothes off?" I shook my head violently, "no, sweet Air. Let’s just kiss and see what happens."

I hope you understand the conclusion and the entire plot. Thank you once more for sticking with this book till the end. See you in my new novel, "Sierra Is Alive." It's a mystery romance, and I'm looking forward to seeing you there. I will be forever thankful to all of you, and I will work even harder than before on my next story. Lots of love, Aira Writes

Lucien felt something shift uneasily inside his chest. Because this version of her looked like someone he didn’t know anymore. And somehow that felt worse than losing her. ⸻ Back in California, Aira finished preparing breakfast and placed a plate of pancakes in front of Zayn. “Careful, it’s hot.” Zayn nodded seriously before immediately trying to eat it anyway. “Slow down,” she laughed. Her phone buzzed lightly on the counter. Aira glanced at the screen. It was a message from a colleague.

“Who’s coming up the elevator?” “One incredibly sexy Detective Alaric Harper.” Her eyes darted back to the roses. It was him—he’d sent the roses. Oh my God, she didn’t know what to think, but her Godforsaken stupid heart started flipping in her chest even as sweat broke out across her palms and forehead. An urge to get up and race toward the stairwell was hard to overcome. The only reason she didn’t was because that reaction would be hard to explain to Anita. “I thought you two were just friends,” demanded Anita, and then in a much lower voice, “hussy.”

She realized that she had been holding onto the past, onto the memories of her and Gage. When she finished the book, Nicole felt a sense of peace wash over her. She felt like she had finally understood something that she had been trying to figure out for so long. And as she stood up, her hand instinctively went to her belly, where a new life was growing. The airport announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls of the terminal. "Final boarding call for Flight 212 to Paris. All passengers, please board the aircraft at this time."

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She deserves the much needed peace and love. **NOTE FOR THE READERS: You can check out Aira and Chester’s story in “MY ABUSED MATE” which will be published on D****e from February 2021. It will be Sextuplet Story-4 and hence, slight sneak peeks have been given in this story. Therefore, it is requested that the readers don’t feel confused and keep reading with the flow **

Chapter 3: The High Altitude Trap The private jet soared over the snow-capped peaks of the Rockies.. The air inside the cabin felt really thin. ​Elena sat across from Julian in a leather armchair. A glass of champagne sat on the mahogany table between them. For two hours they had been playing a high-stakes game of "Truth or Dare" without the dares. Julian had a file on her—names of her childhood pets, her GPA from design school, her favorite poet.

Even though she was mad at him at the moment. Even in the silence of the house, he had a good idea of where she was. She was upstairs reading one of her textbooks, just going over the information that she knew. Even though she probably wasn't actually even reading the textbook but she was reading her mind. She was trying to figure out what she had learned with her cousin even though she had said that they would go over her answers when Deanna could figure out how to actually talk about the whole incident. Something had happened in Winter Haven, and he was hoping that it wasn't really going to affect her all that much.

The air hostess already helped me unfold the chair into a mini bed. I strapped myself into the belt so that whatever had just happened would not repeat itself again. I needed distance. Not just physically, but mentally. To keep myself grounded, to distract myself from him and everything that had just happened, I pulled out a novel, “Nearly All Men in America Are Crazy” from my handbag and began to read. *** Lucas’ POV My heart sank when I saw the novel she began to read. I knew that book. It was a bestseller that many women rushed to buy to understand how to understand the plans of men against them.