Passengers 2016 Book Novels & Stories

Port regulations prohibit the disclosure of passenger identities unless a police officer presents a warrant from the prosecutor’s office to access the data. The constant flow of people made my head spin, and searching for them felt like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, just as I was about to give up, I thought I glimpsed a woman’s silhouette from behind that resembled Nara’s. I’d seen Nara before, though I hadn’t really looked at her closely. But I remembered her build well. Besides that, I only remembered Leo’s hair color and his tall stature. Benjamin wasn’t very tall. I hurried to catch up with the young woman, pushing through the massive crowd of passengers. I saw her board t

"Regret? You think someone like you—a poor loser who can't even afford first class and has to squeeze into economy—can make me regret anything? "Ms. Castille booked the entire first-class cabin, and even her bodyguards are sitting in business class! Who do you think you are?" He suddenly spun around and shouted toward the passengers walking through the terminal. "Everyone, take a look at this person here! Not only did he refuse to cooperate with the airline on an overbooked flight, but he even tried to extort our airline! "And now, he's causing a huge scene at the counter and seriously impacting everyone's travels. He's truly a menace to society!"

she whispered, steadying me, letting me rest my full weight against her. A small murmur erupted in the room, I could see the look of fear. “So, what does that mean?” The man from earlier asked again, this time more desperate. “If they have a fatal accident, it shouldn’t be my social business, my daughter just turned nineteen, she won a gold medal for our country, and is just coming back from the competition. “I am sorry sir, but there were no survivors in the crash.” She admitted gravely. “I am sorry to inform you that all 230 passengers in flight TK324 have passed on.”

A hand appeared and removed the ticket from her tightly clenched fingers then plucked the bag off her shoulders, ‘Lasciamo che gli altri passeggeri si imbarchino sul loro volo, non vorremmo che il Capitano perdesse il suo slot, sarebbe ingiusto nei confronti di tutti loro. Vieni, non viaggerai con loro.’ [Let the other passengers board their flight we would not want the Captain to miss his slot that would be unfair to all of them. Come, you will not be travelling with them.] His voice held a thread of steel as his fingers closed around her wrist tighter than any cuff she stiffened as he tugged her against his hard chest possessively he bent his head whispering so only she could hear,

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Do you have another point of view for these passengers who are rushing to get home for an emergency? ” Jason inquires as her assistant approaches with her logbook. "Sir, we should ask all of the passengers to sign in here so that we know who you are. Each of you must indicate your name, surname, age, address, contact number, and destination for information when an emergency calls." He explains everything to everyone inside the bus. Nancy steps forward to join them, and to her surprise, she is required to sign first based on her seat number. "Okay, I signed first," Jason said as he initiated the first move. He is thinking for a moment as he stares at Nancy, who is also sitting next to him.

Giving up on waiting, I battled my way through the remaining passengers with my small suitcase and handbag, desperate to get off this tin can. I stormed up the gangway with an almighty scowl and found Caleb waiting with a stern expression by the entrance to baggage claim. “What the fuck took you so long?” “I was at the back. The very last row. I had to wait for everyone else to get off, because that is generally how planes work.” He huffed impatiently and started walking. “Why on Earth did you book economy?”

Please don't let it be them. "There were two known passengers aboard at the time of the crash," the reporter continues. "Two senior government agents. Cade and Dorathy Storm." The room stops. My breath catches and doesn't come back. I stare at the screen and wait for something to correct itself, a retraction, a mistake, anything. But the weight in my stomach doesn't lift. It drops further. "No," I whisper. The word barely makes it out.

Later on, different names appeared. I continue to read the names of the passengers. My heart is pumping so fast and I can not breathe properly. It feels like someone is holding my nose and it is prohibiting me from breathing air. My eyes is following what my hand is pointing. Please, I do not want to read Sandro's name here. Minutes passed and I am already in the passenger number 65. My fingers are shaking. I can not believe what I just saw. "Number 65, Montreal, Sandro R.,right?" Sarah asked. I wish I am just dreaming.

"We can't wait." Nora nodded, and her fingers moved across the keyboard. The page refreshed again and again as she worked. Routes, times, and prices replaced the legal documents *seats available.* She booked three tickets. The booking confirmation loaded. Three passengers. Keyla Tamara. Nora Santoso. Leon Tamara.