Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

But just as he moved closer to the edge of the platform, a sudden force pushed him with brutal strength. Keagan stumbled backward, his foot slipping through the gap between the tracks. Panic surged through his veins as he stumbled, his foot wedging between the unforgiving rails. He felt the searing pain shoot up his leg as his ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. As he looked back he could see the familiar faces, faces he knew all too well staring back at him as he panicked, reaching for help. Marcus and his crew realized what they had done, Keagan was not able to get up in time to evade the oncoming train. They cleared the scene fast.

I screamed. He shook his head violently. “I can’t… We’ll die! The train’s too close!” “Drive through it or we’re dead anyway!” I pressed the gun harder into his skull. “Move!” But instinct, damn it, instinct betrayed me. He slammed the brakes, tires screaming as the cab lurched forward then halted just before the tracks. The train thundered past… massive, relentless, just inches from our bumper. The wind slammed against the car, rattling the frame.

he ordered calmly. Outside, the clock ticked mercilessly. Two hours. Three. No update yet. Iris’s training made her imagine every possibility. Bleeding. Arrhythmia. Cardiac arrest. Her mind tried to stay clinical. Her heart refused. Nathaniel’s hand found hers silently. Not tight. Not restraining. Just present. “You trust the team,” he said quietly. “Yes.” “Then trust the process.” Four hours in, the doors opened briefly. A nurse stepped out, face masked but eyes serious.

"Bummer." Ayesha laughed, then stood up. "The train is stopping. Let's get out." **** The journey from the subway station to Maddie's apartment building took only about five minutes of walking. Maddie jogged up the staircase and opened the main door. The corridor that led to their apartment was dim, the overhead light long since burned out. Maddie closed the door after Ayesha and took a step inside, and that was when she noticed the smell.

The train wheels screeched loudly as they rubbed against the metal rails. The passenger train came to a halt at Mombasa Railway Terminus. He was just arriving for his side job before he could embark back on his main mission. As frustrated as he was with Abubakar, despite the offer he was proposed, he couldn’t resist still. It was just a simple job that would not take him more than twenty-four hours. He was donned in black fitted jeans and a white T-shirt with long sleeves. To top it all was a raincoat that he was fond off and a Harambee Stars cap that concealed his eyes. A ringing sound came through the speakers followed by a lady’s voice informing passengers that they had reached their dest

The place was filled with smoke and what she recognised as dead bodies burnt beyond recognition. “Miles away from the sewers,” The news lady continued. “At exactly the Seattle train station, a six-coach train was knocked off the rail system due to another explosion and investigators are wondering if they are both connected or separate attacks or incidents.” Another camera recording showed the train Emma and Steve had blown up to prevent from reaching her pack. It was still on fire and all six coaches were off the trail upside-down.

Our footsteps echoed slightly. “Luck is on our side, Carl. There’s a train already here.” As the door behind us automatically resealed itself noisily, I focused on the red train in front of us. It looked like a high speed magnetic train one might find in Japan or Europe, not some American Amtrak passenger train. There were six train cars. The first five looked unoccupied. The sixth car looked very full. “Don’t stare at the occupants of the rear car, Carl. Try to walk as normally as you can and pretend you’re not injured. It is important that you and I look as nonchalant as possible.”

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

I note smoothly, turning my head to meet Rafael's intense gaze without flinching. Jayson drops the headmaster back onto the floor with a heavy thud, wiping his hands on his trousers as a sharp, calculated light enters his eyes. "The midnight train from the capital was canceled two hours ago because someone rerouted all rail traffic through the eastern valley." "That would be my handiwork, Jayson, because I prefer managing our uninvited guests on our own terms rather than letting them waltz through the front gates unannounced," Rafael says softly, stepping half an inch closer to my side until his chest brushes my shoulder.

All passengers must exit the train at 95th Street Station. Cynthia groaned in protest and in frustration, hastening the motion of her hand as her master bit down on her neck. ‘Now,’ he growled, licking a long stripe up to her ear. A few short thrusts later, she could finally see the edge, and she let the sensation overwhelm her, warmth bursting out and through her as she exploded in the kind of climax she could feel in her toes and in her throat. ‘Fuck,’ Master grunted, pulling her up until he could fuck her freely from beneath her, pushing into her a half dozen more times before he tensed and cursed, sending a rush of liquid warm through her sex as he spilled and shuddered.