THE PARTING GLASS ➢ Rosie ★ MASTERS OF THE AIR
  • Reads 1,995
  • Votes 57
  • Parts 9
  • Time 2h 11m
  • Reads 1,995
  • Votes 57
  • Parts 9
  • Time 2h 11m
Ongoing, First published Aug 16, 2024
Mature
1 new part
Sorcha Devlin never planned to find herself across the Pond stationed at the Thorpe Abbotts base, but as a promise to be close to her younger brother, she landed in this position. Cormack Devlin, younger by 2 years, was training to become a fighter pilot when Pearl Harbor occurred. As the son of Irish immigrants who were ever grateful to America and its bounty of opportunity, he pledged his undying loyalty to the country of his birth and was shipped over to England. Sorcha promised her mother that Cormack wouldn't be alone, pledging to go with him as a form of protection and a sense of home. 

Robert Rosenthal knew he wanted to become a pilot the day America declared they were going to war. He spent months training alongside his peers to get a chance to do something meaningful with his life. The strong sense of justice he carried within himself made its way to Thorpe Abbotts alongside him. He planned to stay focused solely on missions, seeing it as his duty to lead his men through these times. 

The two meet on Rosie's first day at Thorpe Abbotts, and slowly everything they vowed never to do comes true.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add THE PARTING GLASS ➢ Rosie ★ MASTERS OF THE AIR to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Wistful Remembrance (Wattys 2014 HQ Love Award Winner!) by writeon27
27 parts Complete
(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.
𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 ✶ j.brady by -delic8lcver
24 parts Ongoing Mature
❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 ❞ ⤷ 「"ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ sᴏᴜʟs ᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ"˩ 𓆩✶𓆪 "𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙈𝙘𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨." 𝓔milia McKenna was deemed to be a sweetheart in the eyes of others who met her, but in the eyes of John Brady she was an itch he couldn't scratch. During her time at Thorpe Abbots Emilia grew a strong dislike to John Brady, his grumpy and stubborn attitude towards her made her feel irritated. The tension between them was palpable, yet, over time, as they saved each other's lives and saw past the tough exteriors, their respect for one another grew. And despite their initial hatred, an undeniable attraction simmered beneath the surface. ᴊᴏʜɴ ʙʀᴀᴅʏ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ••• !!𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 '𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐫', 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧!! ©-delic8lcver 2024
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Wistful Remembrance (Wattys 2014 HQ Love Award Winner!) cover
A collision that changes everything cover
World's Apart cover
His,Hers, Ours | 1 | ✔️ cover
𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 ✶ j.brady cover
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - j. brady [masters of the air] cover
ICARUS {d.w} cover
Storm Of Pain cover
Keep My Heart- Prologue cover
Yamlok: The Realm Of The Dead cover

Wistful Remembrance (Wattys 2014 HQ Love Award Winner!)

27 parts Complete

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.