Jesse Infinity Train Novels & Stories

He wondered if he was going fucking insane, searching for a girl he just met in a bar. Jesse closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with his thumb and middle finger, letting out a breath. He leaned his back onto the white wall and stared up at the mezzanine ceiling of the station, and gazed back at the passing train, whirring and howling as the end of the caboose streamed through the tracks. He eyed it mindlessly for a second, until it was entirely gone. And as the last draft from the train flurried, he noticed a lithe figure on the other side of the tracks - a pair of cobalt blue eyes were staring back at him.

His forehead wrinkled as he waited for anyone to enter after he pressed the switch for the door to open automatically. “What’s wrong with Bheng?” said Infinity as she entered. “She’s crying on her desk. She said you fired her?” his sister asked. “She’s no good in my company.” Jasson leaned back on the backrest again and was calm as he watched her sister. “What brought you here?” He saw Infinity avert her gaze and the frown on her thin lips. “Teranus is in the office,” Infinity sighed. She occupied the long red leather couch in the corner of Jasson’s office. “I don’t want to see him.”

As we run I mentally thank my mother again for her healing powers – who would have thought that two days ago I was basically dead over Jackson’s shoulder, and now here I am dashing across a field with my best friends, a mostly-empty bag bouncing on my back? When we get down to the tracks I see that the platform itself is getting sparse, pretty much all the cadets already having boarded, and I dart immediately for a door to the train, wanting to get in and get a seat. But before I can even grab the little handle to lift myself into the closest train car, Jesse grabs my arm. “Ari, what are you doing!?” I spin, stumbling a little as I look up at him. “I’m getting on the damn train, Jesse!”

She turned to the person and realized to her shock that it was Thomas. Thomas looked down at her, and the two of them coincidentally locked eyes. As he gave her his brightest smile, he pointed in front. “The train is here. Let’s chat on the way.” The door of the train slid open. Time did not allow Jessica to think, so she got on the train.

It was slowly moving toward the Citadel's docking spire, right along the path of Cargo-Line 7. "The train leaves the depot in exactly two minutes," I said, a holographic overlay of the transit schedule glowing on my visor. "Once it hits the open track, it accelerates to two hundred and fifty miles an hour. If we don't catch it before the Delta Bridge, we'll be eating its exhaust." "Then we push the redline," Dax ordered. He cranked the throttle of the Interceptor. The heavy bike surged forward, the modified engine screaming in protest. The rest of the pack followed suit, the raw torque threatening to tear the tires from the asphalt.

"It'll be fine. Maybe we don't even have to tell him." "Yeah. Because that always works. Let's definitely do that." Jesse shakes his head, going back to his phone and replying back to Momo with the G****e Drive presentation from class today. He eventually heaves a deep breath and tucks his phone away, looking out of the window. "Are we in the fucking city?" Joaquin hums. "Predictable?"

I couldn't see the truck following behind us, so that was a good sign. When the bus stopped, I saw Ebony's car parked nearby and nearly cried in relief. As I followed a few other people off the bus, my eyes were trained on my feet while I tried not to step on anything sharp on my way out. The guy in front of me strode away, and I stepped down the last stair only to freeze. Jesse sat on the ground like he was a dog rather than a wolf. Around his neck was a collar, and attached to it was a short leash that rested on the ground in a small pile of fabric.

She reached down, her leather-gloved thumb catching the edge of my chin, forcing me to tilt my head up until my eyes were locked into the golden fire of her irises. ​"But we aren't taking the highway, are we, Little Bird?" she whispered, her voice dropping into that low, breathless register that made my blood run hot despite the damp chill of the bunker. "Julian didn't build you to be stopped by a roadblock. He built you to go straight through the foundation." ​The cargo rail wasn't a train; it was a single, streamlined titanium capsule that sat on an electromagnetic track, designed to move high-value physical assets through the mountain tunnels of the French-Swiss border without ever touchi

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

“Didn’t know that breaching privacy’s a trend now!” Jazz clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. At the very next moment, he heard the sound of a car engine starting, and he smacked his lap. “My Lexus!” After some time, there was an announcement reminding the passengers that they will start punching the tickets. Summer got onto the train while holding Charlotte’s hand in one hand, and pushing the wheelchair with another.