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Victoria’s pulse began pounding. “Miss, it seems you missed your connecter bus.” “How?” “Well, you were supposed to take Bus 2220 that goes non-stop to Virginia.” Dread filled her. “What can I do?” The clerk gave her a sympathetic look. “There is one bus leaving to go back to Boston in about an hour. You can take that and start your trip again tomorrow morning.” “There are no other buses going south today?” Panic made her voice squeaky. He gave her a sad smile.

And on the emblem was written in italics was De Royals International College. Ibk picked on the toasted bread and did a high five with her sisters before she strode out of the dining room. She was about to close the door behind her when she peeped inside again. “Mom, Dad, I’m off!” Ibk said as she slammed the door and hurried out of the gate. The school bus was already waiting outside and Ibk walked inside replying all the greetings sent her way with a smile. She hurriedly walked to the back of the bus where three empty spaces were and sat down.

"She's Bernice, a student from the academy." "The academy? Evencrest?" Mr. Dave nodded. "Bernice needs to see her family. It's urgent. I'll cover her fare, Bart. Just make sure she gets to East Bridge safely." "All right." Mr. Bart nodded while looking me up and down. "Bus number 07. Just hop on. We're leaving in fifteen minutes." "Thanks, Bart. I have more deliveries to make, so I'll head out." "No problem, Dave." Mr. Dave turned to me and signaled for us to walk back to the front of the terminal. I spotted bus number 07 and boarded it—no one else was on yet. Mr. Dave walked me all the way to the door.

Poison said. Early tomorrow morning, being woken up, when they were received by their companions and Sugar Daddys, who were getting on that big comfortable bus, following the trip, it was a big double-decker bus, which had a minibar, guides, and countless drinks, waiting for them, as they went up accompanied by their virile men who arrived with their drivers who left them there.

TBC A sneak peeks at another book. •••••• Her eyes were blurry as she sat on the back seat of the long bus. She held her backpack close to her chest and wiped the tears. Mikhail Mazza was a monster. She hated him, she hated everything about him. She sniffed and stepped down from the bus as It got to her bus stop. The road was lonely unlike before. She walked slowly till she got home. The apartment was no place to be called home. She hated it. Hated the stench.

The book was a library hardback with a great white shark on the cover, opened to a page that was almost entirely photographed. “Lucas.” “This one is ten tonnes,” he said, without looking up. “It says ten. They thought it was too big to be real so they measured it twice.” “Lunch box.” “Yeah.” “Now.” “Just—” “Now, Lucas. The bus is in nine minutes.” He closed the book with his thumb marking the page, got up off the floor, opened his backpack on the counter, and started digging. Chloe came down the stairs behind me with one sock on and an opinion already forming.

He only wanted to show a little modesty. “Even so. You involved your church and your pastor. And now the pastor has invited us to your church.” Bashful, “It’s not my church.” “Shut up!” she cried, “You know what I mean.” He was laughing. “Hey, I saw our buses, outside.” He was referring to the buses from his own company ITSU—International Transport Service Unit. “Did you hire them? Because, I didn’t…” “Oh, I did. I hired them. I collected a few coins from people and some of my own. Your buses are affordable, especially on staff-discount. That’s why I love them so much.”

She murmured. Aaron had arranged the tour bus and driver. She had not even known such a service existed, but, as she stepped up into the bus, she could see it was popular – the carpet and upholstery showed a lot of wear and there was a faint smell to it, beneath the shampoo the company had used to clean the fabrics, that was reminiscent of a teenage boy’s bedroom – old gym socks, body odour, and cheap aftershave spray.

she asked reluctantly as she approached the exit. Angela looked around, trying to see through Alinta's eyes. “I don’t see him anywhere. Where do we need to go for our bus?” Alinta checked the name of the bus company. “It’s called Grey Hare.” She then stared at the long building with different entrances, each window displaying the corresponding company name, but she couldn’t see their bus brand. "Guess we have no choice, but to leave the safety of the shop," Alinta sighed and quickly walked down the sidewalk, which felt like a long trek.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?