Passengers 2016 Book Novels & Stories

Rain began falling over Hilton City. Lucas stood beside the black vehicle, staring at the surviving page from the destroyed file. THE THIRD PASSENGER NEVER DIED. The sentence refused to leave his mind. Stacy stood beside him. “Lucas.” He didn't answer. “Who was the third passenger?” “I don't know.” “But your parents' flight records should tell us.” “They will.” Xavier approached with a tablet. “Milord.” Lucas turned. “What did you find?”

“Two vehicles blocked the road. “Yes.” Everything matched the version we had been told. But then my eyes caught something. A highlighted line. My breath somehow slowed down in anticipation. “What is this?” Ibram’s voice lowered. “Something that didn’t make sense.” The report read: Passenger change — 20:10 My grip tightened on the folder. “Explain.” Ibram’s jaw flexed. “ La ca–your wife insisted on switching vehicles minutes before departure.” I stared at him and the room felt silent around us.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.

A few more minutes in silence and we finally arrived at the airport, a tall guy was already there to pick up his car and take him back home, at least that's what I think. The plane starts to take off and no matter how many trips I take, it always gives me butterflies in my stomach. We are in business class, there is a huge amount of space here, with a bar and separate cabins. After the plane takes off, passengers are allowed to circulate and that's what Adam is doing now. He walks right past me and walks over to talk to another passenger, I take advantage of this moment of my own to read a book. I take it from the bag I brought in my hand and open it to the page marked with a marker.

Regina thought of the Second girl that walked up to her and even the word that the first girl she met said, kept ringing in her head. " She is just your seat mate and about the death of your classmates. It wasn't your fault in anyway, he was assassinated during class period " Kyle Smith explained everything. ~~Hello Passengers, this is flight 245 going to South Korea. Because of some issues concerning the Airplane, your flight would be delayed by extra 30 minutes. Which would make you wait for at least 50 minutes. Bear with us as we take care of the issue and give you the best and unforgettable flight".

The money I had saved from that month’s wages was just enough to cover the deposit. On the morning I officially opened for business, the sunlight was beautiful. I bought an acrylic display case and placed the damaged recipe book inside, setting it where everyone could see it. The tear across the page was left plainly visible. It was my mother’s legacy and proof of every step I had taken to get here. Dylan came by again. He had lost so much weight he barely looked like himself. He waited in line at the window and ordered the cheapest breakfast set. When it was time to pay, he did not scan the QR code. Instead, he pressed the document showing the ring’s canceled registration beside the payment

Maya sighed and asked instead, “Fine. Can you at least book me a flight on the next plane? I’m willing to wait. Just, please. Please do.” “Sure, I think I can definitely do that, but can you wait until all the passengers are gone? I’m sure they’ll be late if I deal with you first.” The woman insisted, so Maya stepped aside, letting the rest of the passengers go inside, feeling envious of their good luck. The passengers shot her a look as if she was a brat or something. Maya glanced as the final passenger boarded the plane. She wanted to be on that plane too. She wanted to leave too, but there she was, stuck to waiting again.

It was something Peter, the manager and owner of Burn’s Bar, was grateful for. Vida and Tessa waited as a handful of passengers got off for this stop. Once it was in the clear, they boarded the bus and swiped their bus passes. Since the bus was not very crowded at this time of the hour, they got the luxury of choosing their seats and those at the very back were their favorite one.

My chest tightened as I clutched Layla close. After a violent crash and wave of turbulence, seawater gushed into the cabin. Panic erupted, and the passengers scrambled in chaos. I tore open Layla’s seatbelt and half-carried, half-dragged her toward the emergency exit. "Any injured passengers?" a rescuer shouted through a megaphone. "There aren’t enough lifeboats right now. We’ll get the wounded out for treatment first, then evacuate the rest in groups!"

When we left Paris we didn't have any booked baggage so I suppose the experience is slightly different this time around. "Here are your boarding passes, and security is this way" The woman cheerfully gestures to the left as Amelia and I pick up our passes and passports. "Can we head through security now? I've nearly finished my book and I want to pick out a new one in case I feel like reading on the plane" Amelia asks as we walk in the direction of the security check. Typical Amelia, she has an 11 hour flight ahead of her and instead of resting or watching TV she wants to sink herself into another book. I like reading, but who has the time or the patience these days?