Nobara Gets Touched On Train Novels & Stories

The train rattled louder over a rough patch of track. Marcus didn’t waste time. He hooked her panties aside and pushed two thick fingers straight into her moist pussy. She was soaked, the wet squelch was obscene even over the train noise. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping down my hand already.” Elena grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to push him deeper. Her head fell back against the graffiti-covered seat as he finger-fucked her hard and fast, curling those fingers just right. The risk made everything sharper, the possibility of someone getting on at the next stop, the cameras in the corners, the way the train lurched around curves.

I’m pretty sure a bullet whizzes past my head, creating a hole straight through the train car’s wall. “Don’t shoot her!” one of the men yells. “Favreaux needs her alive!” I keep running, barely able to hear over the pounding war drum in my chest. I’m officially at the back of the train. There’s no more room to run unless I want to throw myself off the high-speed train going 185 miles per hour. “Well, well, well,” Mr. Broken Nose says to me with an awful glint in his eye. “Looks like you’re all ours, girlie.”

I couldn't wait until I could snuggle up and fall asleep. After what seemed forever, I made it to the door to switch train cars. The ground raced below; it looked so funny; I wanted to touch it and see if my hand would blur too. Right as I got down on my knees to see if my hand would look as funny, the train lurched, and I smacked my face on the platform. Owwie.

None of them looked suspicious and as the time passed and we crossed several stations, every seat in our train coach was taken. The train crossed a bridge, giving us the view of a sunrise in the Earthens. Carys had fallen asleep. I stroked Snow White’s head, putting my hand into the bag to stop her from chirping out loud. “Where are you from?” The voice of an old lady beside me snapped me out of my concerns that lingered on the compartment doors. A sense of being watched. There were several times I felt as though I had seen someone near the glass doors. “Quarter avenue,” I said.

Someone grabbed my hip from behind and pulled me toward the pole. "Are you okay?" Jasper stood behind me to help me. I nodded. "I'm okay." After a while, the train kept going. Even though the train was packed, I did not feel like it was crowded. It could be because Jasper looked out for me like I was a weak woman who needed to be protected on the train so I wouldn't get hurt. After running to the train door, we waited for it to open. As we got off the train, someone ran into us and knocked my bag and drawing tube.

, Bruno cried. As Bruno's urgent cry pierced through the air, I instinctively ducked, pressing my head against Abebi's shoulder, shielding her from the imminent danger. The sound of gunshots echoed, and chaos erupted within the train. Panic-stricken passengers screamed in fear as the bullets found their targets, causing havoc and devastation. Time seemed to slow down as I grasped the severity of the situation. Our peaceful journey had been violently interrupted, and innocent lives hung in the balance. I clung tightly to Abebi, silently praying for our safety and the safety of those around us.

If there was an attack, everyone would be trapped. She turns on the radio, half-listening to the two men on the radio talk about a soccer match humans were playing as she navigates the area. She cruises into the train station car lot, opting to sit in the car for a few minutes. It isn't too nice outside, and she doesn't want to be outside for longer than necessary. She almost falls out of the car when she hears the train horn blare, scrambling to make it into the station. It's the only train scheduled for the hour, and amidst a mass of businessmen in suits, Conrad can see Sabrina in her maroon uniform.

Nora’s voice surprised me as she walked up and stood next to me. “Yes… no.” As I talked to her, I saw a line of smoke moving across the field. “Here you go.” Hank shoved a pair of binoculars on my chest. Putting them against my face, I had to adjust the setting so I could see more clear. “I’ll be damn.” I whispered. “What is it?” Carson asked. “A train.” “Really?” Nora’s voice raised a few octaves. “Get a map and track this.” I told Hank.

I wasn’t too sure about staying longer, but I suggested for us to walk around a bit even though I know it'll be crowded for a Saturday night. I was about to reach a hand out to Elliot while we decided to walk further down the pier when I saw something in the corner of my eyes that made me turn around curiously. I knew it would be packed coming here, considering that it's the weekend, but I looked around until I finally saw what caught my attention and I froze on the spot; like they say a deer caught in a headlight. I felt myself hold my breath as I stood there trying to figure out if what I’m seeing is real or my mind trying to confuse me again; I’ve never had illusions before. I walked over

"I don't think it's possible this time." "It has to be," I whisper. The train suddenly jolts to life, slowly starting to move. Slowly but surely, the tension starts to dissolve from my body, my heartrate finally slowing. We are getting out of here. We did it. "Do you think the Noble's will track us down?" Mary asks, looking out the window as we exit the station. We have to wind through the Territory One city before we can make it out of the desert. I shudder, and not just because I'm soaking wet. "Hopefully not."