Novelas y relatos de Backseat

A middle aged woman is sitting in the seat near to the doors. Dae walks to a seat in the front portion of the bus and occupies the side seat, quickly settling himself down into the cushioned chair after shrugging off the back pack from his shoulders and placing it under his feet. Aroon soon slumps down beside him, placing his bag on his lap.

Dark mountains in the distance provided a backdrop to the suburban sprawl. Touchdown was uneventful, and once the seatbelt sign was turned off, Cole reached beneath the seat in front of him to retrieve a small backpack. Opening the overhead compartment, he removed his own brown leather duffel and a black rolling bag for the older woman who'd been seated beside him.

he asked “Anyplace that is away from here.” “Well, I’m heading to Georgetown. If you want to catch a ride you need to sit at the back. My dog sits in front.” Looking at the back of the pickup. What’s that smell, I covered my nose. The back of the pickup is covered in hay and only he knows where the smell comes from. “I’m done, so if you want a ride, you better jump on.”

She crawled into the backseat as it suddenly occurred to her, as they quickly donned pants and shirts, that, given their size, cramming three of them in the back would be a cruel way to repay them for saving her. Moments later, they piled in, Trent taking the wheel, while a man of mixed ethnicity took shotgun. Darren climbed in the middle row on one side of her while the redhead claimed the other spot, or tried to. Squeezed tight, the last man in grumbled as Darren shooed him into the back, where he popped up a seat from the floor after shoving some stuff aside.

He quickly fell silent. "The Alpha is right behind us." A voice called from the back and Eric peered into the darkness of the backseat. There were at least a dozen people sitting in the two rows of seats, and he wondered how he'd not noticed them. The windows at the back were tinted all right, but a noise from them throughout the ride should have given them away. Eric wondered if he had been so preoccupied with Lauren and Beth that he hadn't paid attention to the other people in the van.

Cristine sat in the backseat, next to little Tristan, who was fast asleep. The driver's seat was occupied by Tristan. It is dangerous to drive with a child in the front seat. Cristine adjusted the seatbelt to make the small guy more comfortable. It's essential. She cradled the small guy's head with the monochrome pillow. Cristine was thinking about her day as she looked at the sleeping face of the small kid. It was both entertaining and heartwarming. This is not something they will encounter every day.

As he walked to his seat, he thought to himself, 'Let's see what excuse that old man will use now. Josh passed by two students who were standing in the front having a conversation, he walked to his preferred seat at the back and sat down. Sitting in the back was a strategic choice by Josh, driven by his aversion to being in the spotlight. The back row, he believed, would make him less noticeable. A place where he could blend into the background and avoid unnecessary attention, especially to get away from his bullies. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to work because it didn't stop Brian from bothering him.

As she climbed into the back seat, the familiarity of the vehicle, though laced with tension, was a reminder of her readiness to face whatever came their way. Agent Gabriel moved to join her in the back seat, but Antonio's firm grasp on the door halted him. There was a silent exchange between Antonio and Agent Gabriel, a moment heavy with unspoken intentions. Finally, Antonio spoke. “I’ll sit with her at the back”. Agent Gabriel complied, taking a place beside the driver. Antonio settled into the back seat with Georgina, his presence a source of unease. His eyes held a serious and steadfast determination, The SUV's engine roared to life, and they began their journey, the tires crunching on t

This was my first time sitting inside one. "This is crazy, Xander. Why did you bring this just to get me?!" He grinned. "Of course, the enigmatic Cara Smyth should return home in style." "Let's go," Miles helped me into the back seat. They slid in after me. I ended up sitting in the middle of both of them. My eyes roved around the backseat in awe. There was a mini bar in front of us and a screen to watch whatever you liked. "Should I play a movie?" Miles asked.

The road wound like a serpent through the dark pines, their skeletal arms knitting over the cracked pavement as if conspiring to blot out the last traces of moonlight. Savannah sat in the backseat of the black sedan, her hands clasped over her stomach as if she were shielding the life inside her from the night itself. Every mile carried them deeper into Colton’s past—the unspoken history that no courtroom testimony or corporate scandal could ever fully unravel.