Booktok Bus Novels & Stories

The leaves were rustling carelessly as the slightest gush of wind kissed through them and some showered down onto the earth. My bus had already arrived around the corner of the street, students were climbing into it, pushing each other aside, and getting over each other in havoc. Everyone wanted to get served a seat at the front, by the window, and near the driver who he playing a song of "everyone's favorite" by BTS. Due to the loud chatter, the sound could not reach the back which makes everyone quarrel to get in first. Making my way through them, I managed to climb up and onto the bus.

It was something Peter, the manager and owner of Burn’s Bar, was grateful for. Vida and Tessa waited as a handful of passengers got off for this stop. Once it was in the clear, they boarded the bus and swiped their bus passes. Since the bus was not very crowded at this time of the hour, they got the luxury of choosing their seats and those at the very back were their favorite one.

The bus smelled like disinfectant and old coffee. Same as the on-call room. Different cage. Zara sat by the window. Bastian beside her. Not touching. Bisi across the aisle. Burner in her lap, screen up. Views climbing. 1,402. 1,889. 2,311. No one on the bus looked at them. Not directly. But the driver watched in the mirror. The woman with groceries watched the floor. The kid with headphones watched the window. Everyone watched.

Today ,their bus is a little different from the other bus because it was lend by the Moo company to take their group to the town near the village and it is a double decker bus with twenty seats at the roof and there is a roof too. " Wow .... there is a refrigerator ... a small kitchen too . " They also shock to see the large seat . Two seat at the left and a single seat at the right . Moo Shang and his group members choose to sit at the second floor including three men from the organisation. No one knew why the two rows six seat behind are close area but no one ask. Only Moo Shang knew the six seats are for his three invisible bodyguards . After the bus drives away for fifteen minutes the dr

Kehlani This time, I was seated close to the window. My arms are crossed so tight I could feel my pulse in my elbow. Why was Trevor suddenly angry? I don't get it. Maybe I was at fault, I don't know. And boy, why did I even say something like that. The sex part, jeez. The bus hit a porthole and I gasped. The ride was quick. Slowing down to park in as we approached the gate. Bakersfield High school. The bus stopped in the beautiful lining of the walkway. The inside was pretty. Really attractive. There's a big electronic Marquee my the curb: WELCOME, BAKERSFIELD HOME BEARS VS BROOKLYN VORTEX VIPERS. HOCKEY SHOWCASE TONIGHT.

Thirty days for the North Star. The interior of the bus was dimly lit, bathed in a low, purple-blue light that was probably supposed to be atmospheric but just felt moody and oppressive. The front lounge was empty, all plush leather seats and polished chrome. The bus seemed to be split into distinct sections by heavy privacy doors, presumably the band’s bunks, the kitchen, and, at the very back, the master suite. I found a road manager named Ben, a tired-looking man with a permanent five o’clock shadow, checking inventory. He looked like he was one bad soundcheck away from retirement.

He told me as he took the books from me. I smiled and did not protest. I walked inside the bus and he followed. It was a jam-packed vehicle and all seats were taken so we really have to stand up. I inserted myself in between all these people and stopped on the third row where there was an unexpected space. I looked behind and saw Knight following after me, stopping just in front of me. “This thing is crazy.” He told me as he held onto the deck, a bit shaking because he is not used to standing on a bus ride.

Now I had an extra voice in my head and Beck’s teasing ringing in my ears. When we finally stepped outside the hotel’s entrance, I froze. Five large, black buses were lined up along the cobblestone driveway, their engines humming softly. They looked like something straight out of a military convoy— matte black with tinted windows— just like the ones in the human books I used to read— clearly built for more than just a casual ride through the city. The hotel’s guests were already gathering, forming loose groups near the buses. Some looked half-asleep, while others appeared tense, their sharp gazes darting between each other like they were preparing for battle.

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.

I was going to go back to sleep obefore boolu called out my name. She was also travelling today and we were taking a bus from the same company bus park. It was very important to take a company bus because most random bus were usually risky. There had been many stories about those random buses on the road turning out to be used by kidnappers or ritualist. And moreover if one takes a company bus and it breaks down along the way there was always a back up bus who would take the people to their destination but that was not so on the part of normal buses, the passenger would be left to find their own way.