Mr Crazy On The Bus Novels & Stories

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

She is already going through hell, it is better to keep going. Out of the blue, a voice on the bus screamed "That's her! Driver! That's her! Stop the bus! Driver! Stop the bus…!" The driver probably lost in his own thoughts responded to the sudden panic by applying brakes while the bus was at full speed, which resulted in a quick and swift tumble of the bus.

"You stay close, you follow orders, and you don't do anything stupid. Got it?" Marcus nodded eagerly. "Got it. Thank you. Seriously, thank you." "Don't thank me yet. You might not survive the day." We boarded the bus, all eight of us now. Marcus sat near Brady, looking like he couldn't believe his luck. Bree sat in the back, as far from me and Mia as possible. The twins sat together, as always. Erina was beside Mia, and I took the seat on Mia's other side. The doors closed, and the bus lurched forward.

We understand how each one of us works and what we bring to this team. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I’m already grabbing my earbuds case, especially made by darling Maggie. It pairs quickly to my phone without any problem and I pop them in my ears. Next, I’m reaching for my wallet as I round the corner. I see the bus stop, just like Maggie said would be there. Would you look at that? The bus is already coming down the street. “You’re an evil genius,” I whisper. I hear her laugh. “But I’m your evil genius.” “Damn straight.”

When the waiters brought out buckets of instant noodles, the entire room fell silent. Every guest froze. Then, the whispers started. Their expressions turned strange, eyes full of disdain. My mother-in-law, Nancy Tucker, looked like she had just swallowed poison. As for me, I acted like nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and cheerfully waved to everyone to start eating. "What are you all waiting for? Go on, eat. Don't tell me none of these flavors suit your taste," I said.

Candace was carsick—or bus-sick—her face pale like she was about to pass out. Little Mason kept screaming because he hated the "stinky bus." Brittany and Derek were huddled in a corner, clutching their bags, looking miserable. "Eric, why are we going to this godforsaken town?!" Brittany complained. "This bus is disgusting! Couldn't you have bought better tickets?!" "Shut up!" Eric snapped, his voice low. "This is all that bitch Evelyn's fault! She stole everything from us!" Candace looked up, her eyes burning with pure malice.

Ella cheerfully said. "When that happens, I'll be the first person to beat that bastard man," Ezra asked while giving her a warning look. Ella looked at him, " are you sure," but her actual meaning was, " do you dare." Eric and Ezra looked at their sister speechlessly. Even after everything, she is still crazy about that idiot. "Okay, please stop your public display of passion; we can't handle this anymore; at least you can't deny that today you need your brothers."

The determination in her eyes, the way she’d squared her shoulders even when she knew she couldn’t win. “Now, can we get back to the actual work? The shipment, the districts—ring any bells?” I exhaled, forcing myself to refocus. “Fine. Boston. What’s the timeline?” Ric nodded, clearly relieved to be back on track. “The shipment will arrive at midnight tomorrow. I’ve already got men stationed—” “Did Crystal reach out again?” I interrupted him. “No, She's been awfully quiet.” “That's good, I'm sick of her.” Ric nodded, and his gaze went back to the ipad.

“Hey, my ‘new friends’ are what makes all our adventures so interesting!’’ Alice teased. I couldn’t help but hope this time would be just as crazy if not more as anything else they had experienced. I just wanted my own stories to tell and laugh about. The driver finally closes the door and starts the bus, and I hear Alice squeal again. “Alright everyone, welcome aboard,’’ a voice from the speaker resonates. “My name is Grant and I will be your bus driver for the night and until we get to New Chicago, Montana. We will be making a short thirty minute stop every three hours, so be sure to get back on the bus before departure time, ‘cause I’m not waiting for no one.’’ A couple of chuckles run th

Provide us as much time as you can, Peter. From behind us, a siren blared. We all came to a halt in surprise as a huge yellow bus with a bulldozer connected to the front raced through the throng behind us, crunching rottens under its enormous wheels and smashing others out of the way with the massive steel contraption in front. Behind the wheel seems to be a guy with a big, thick black beard that's starting to gray and frantic, wild eyes. He slammed on the accelerator and came to a halt a short distance from us.