Booktok Bus Novels & Stories

I breathed out nervously, afraid that Bert would have to go with us to Fort Eden. “Here,” he smiled, waving me two tickets. “One for you and for your daughter. The bus is about to leave.” He took my bags and led me to the bus. Holding my patience, I held Katie’s hand, and like her, I was quiet, following Bert and entering the bus with him. He compared the seat numbers from the tickets to the bus seats and gestured his hand, pointing to our chairs. As soon as Katie and I were seated, he gave me my bags and tousled my daughter’s hair before he turned his back on us and got off the bus.

I wouldn't call her a friend; we were just cool. I tucked my hands deeper into my faux-fur pockets and watched people pour into the bus that just pulled over. "You still don't wanna take the bus? It's far cheaper, Rali," Brielle said—once again. I peered into the aisle. God knew I'd love the cheaper ride—my wallet was already practicing minimalism—but my chest pulled the emergency brake. I'd have to be in an enclosed space with too many males for a long period of time. I had a feeling Marovelle picked a bookstore half a city away so I'd be forced onto public transit. Nice plan. Pity I'd been wrestling it for a week.

Then I hear "Baby don't worry about the bike my cousins will help you." As a swarm of tall buff dudes rushes forward all variety of skinny and buff or fluffy side were buff and oddly handsome maybe they were all just family I think as they take the moped from me and introduce themselves. But I only recognized two of them Shadow and Steel they were Gio’s bodyguards at the banquet. The two men seemed harmless enough but also very pushy as if though they were familiar with why I might want to getaway. Oh, fuck I'm dead this shit is happening seriously Wtf. Why him and why now? They escort me into the bus and my heart drops as the driver steps off the bus I hear the whoosh of the bus doors shutt

Her face was heavily made and her hair looked like it came out of an ad. “No-no, I’m not.” Kelsey stuttered and walked past her to meet Denis. Thirty minutes later, the bus came. It was exactly what she expected. It was very lengthy, like walking down the hallway of an all girls boarding school. The chairs looked like sofas, they were in pairs, one for the Luna and one for their Alpha. There were thick curtains preventing people outside from seeing through. It was also air conditioned.

A mechanical screech fills the air. Great. Blake reads my expression. "What happened?" "I don't know," I respond hastily. "Something's wrong with the bus. Can I call you back?" "Bro, just give me a number first. It's driving me crazy." "One million," I reply. He flips me off, and I assure him that I'll call him back before ending the call. I swing my legs off the bunk and leap down, entering the crowded lounge. From the driver's seat, Kaleb cranes his neck to look over his shoulder. "Is everyone okay?"

“Okay, let’s go.” Over the next fifteen minutes, we trek through alleys and abandoned warehouses until we reach an opening near a forest. “Come on. The place is up ahead.” About half a mile later, we reach an abandoned school bus near a hill. Rowan opens the bus’s rusty door and waves me inside. The bus’s interior is a lot more comfortable looking than I expect it to be. At least half of the seats are missing. The windows are painted black, and there’s an inflatable mattress near the exit. Rowan walks ahead, opens an old beat-up footlocker, and tosses me a bottle of water and a box of pop tarts. “That should tide you over until we can figure something out.”

Both of them were waiting at the bus stop for a quarter hour, but no bus on that route came at all. Ryan stomped his feet, jumping around anxiously when a ray of hope shone as a bus came towards them, but disappointment hit him hard to see it was not the bus for their destination. Annoyed at the delay, he yelled, “We’re definitely going to be late, Darius. What will I do if I can’t be in the top ten book buyer?” he shook his friend by his both shoulder, who sat quietly under the bus stop shade, waiting patiently for the bus.

"We can't wait." Nora nodded, and her fingers moved across the keyboard. The page refreshed again and again as she worked. Routes, times, and prices replaced the legal documents *seats available.* She booked three tickets. The booking confirmation loaded. Three passengers. Keyla Tamara. Nora Santoso. Leon Tamara.

Lagos to Abuja Night Bus – February 22, 2026, 8:15 p.m. The God is Good Motors terminal in Jibowu stank of diesel, fried plantain, and that heavy kind of desperation you only smell in places where people are running from something. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing long shadows across rows of plastic chairs. Passengers clutched their polythene bags garri, groundnut oil, Bibles like lifelines. Chino and Wale sat way at the far end, hoods pulled low, burner phones face-down on their laps. They blended in like any two young guys heading north for better hustle: one in a faded Chelsea jersey, the other in a plain black hoodie. No eye contact. No loud talk. Just quiet.

"Cadmus, I think I spoiled her too much. It's your turn to keep her in line." I covered my mouth. They laughed. "Funny," I mumbled, then turned and left. The buses had no windows, just a sky roof. A door will close after everyone is seated, no view to the front. "This is just for safety. I was attacked last night," I explained. They gasped. "We need to make sure they won’t find us again. I’ll see you there. Safe trip." Thank you, princess, they said in a chorus. Cadmus gave the signal, and four full buses took off at once. The town was almost empty.