When I Fly Towards You Novel Novels & Stories

Zephyra A fourteen-hour flight, with one stop over and I was now here in South Africa; I never imagined that my life would take such a turn. I was standing on the plane waiting to exit when I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was Athena. “The unknown is always scary my darling, but you have me, you have us”

Ana "He's not dead, you fool!" I nearly shout at the book in my hands. Casper looks up at me from his spot near my feet. The female protagonist has given up hope that her love has survived a plane crash, despite the fact that he's very, very alive and trying to find her. In my frustration, I look up from the book and out the window. It's getting dark outside. Drawn out of the story and back into real life, the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach returns.

“But right now, all I know is that things are messy, confusing, and…maybe a little thrilling.” The plane lurched as it took off, Flora pressing her forehead against the cool window. Below, the city shrunk into a miniature grid of streets and buildings. As the plane ascended into the clouds, a single thought echoed in her mind – this wasn’t the end of her story with Damien Hayes. It was just the beginning of a very interesting complication indeed.

The man who controls everything and everyone. They tell him I will recover. They tell him I need rest. They tell him I am fragile. He doesn’t sound relieved. He sounds decisive. Dangerously decisive. Then I hear the word that makes something inside me twist. Fly. New York. My mind snaps fully awake. What? I try to move. I try to scream. I try to open my eyes. Nothing happens. Panic blooms in my chest, suffocating and sharp. My body betrays me completely, leaving me trapped inside it like a prisoner.

She took the gift of her virginity from me. How dare she! I jumped from the landing at the end of the hall into my eating tower. My roar was loud; the burst of flames and smoke would incinerate anything in its path. My wings pulled me up to the parapet and out to the open sky. The moons shone bright, and I flew fast, heading for her town. Because she didn't know how many men despoiled her, I would kill them all. The crash through realms was painful. It didn't need to be, but I craved this pain, relished it.

One hand grips my jaw, and the other glides down the front of my body, making sure to grope my breasts and toy with my hip before sneaking down to my pussy, but he stops before entering. "What do you say, little bird? A quickie before our flight?" My stomach churns and nausea hits me like a rip current when he mentions the flight, but as he tightens his grip on my jaw, the feeling slowly subsides. "I know you're afraid to fly, little bird, but I'll be right beside you the whole time." He inches his mouth toward my neck and begins to pepper soft kisses along my collarbone, giving me chills as the water heats my body, leaving my skin red and tingling.

Slowly, I raise my hands, showing the soldiers my empty palms. "You want to fly?" I whisper from the side of my mouth to Marinah. "Sounds good, baby." She turns my way and leaps up as I jump and shove everything I have into her legs. The small sting in my shoulder doesn't hurt, much. She goes Nova before she lands in the middle of the men. If we want one alive, it won't be from this group.

I text. Nice flight? A text bounces back. Yes, you? I smile. Dull. The plane slowly travels down the runway to our destination and with it my nerves begin to rise, they could be here waiting for us in the airport. A text comes through. You know the plan? I text back. Yes. I love you A text immediately pings. Tell me the plan. Fuck’s sake. The plan is I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop making me repeat the plans

“You looked beautiful... standing beneath that tree, with the sky lighting up behind you.” “This will be our second New Year's together.” “Yes,” he replied, gently taking her hand. “And from now on, I want every single one of them to be like this... you and me together. Always.” Arriving at the airport left Catarina visibly nervous. It was her first time flying. The last time she had left the city, when she moved in with her aunt and uncle, she had traveled by bus—a long, exhausting journey that had taken nearly two days. Now, faced with the hurried movement of travelers and the constant sound of announcements echoing through the loudspeakers, she felt her stomach tighten.

"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.