Passengers 2016 Book Novels & Stories

She felt on her blood that she had not really died, but she live and continue to thrive, although at some means she knew she had suffered from. “Amanda.” Seiya whispered softly. “I’ll find you, and...all save you to wherever troubles you are entrapped from.” Right at that exact moment, the intercom applaud and echoed. “This is the final boarding call for passengers Erin and Fred Collins booked on flight 372A to Belize Mexico.” It was the voice of a woman. “Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time.”

Someone's always watching. I weave between travelers, using bodies as shields. A family with three young children struggles with an overloaded baggage cart, the mother looking frazzled as one child breaks away to press his face against a window overlooking the tarmac. A group of backpackers— university-aged, probably American based on their loud English and casual clothes— debates which overpriced airport restaurant to choose for dinner. Normal people living normal lives, unaware that a kidnapping victim is passing inches from their elbows. The departure gates loom ahead like salvation. My Boston flight— I dig the boarding pass from my pocket with shaking fingers, the paper damp with sweat a

Everyone turned instantly. A city bus had slammed sideways into a divider after losing control. Smoke rose from the front engine while terrified passengers stumbled out into the rain screaming. Victor immediately moved forward. “Finally. A normal disaster.” But then the passengers stopped running. Every single one froze simultaneously. The rain fell around them. Nobody moved. Daniel’s stomach tightened immediately. Not again. A little boy slowly turned toward the canal. His eyes completely black. Then one by one— Every passenger looked directly toward Amara.

"Where to, lady?" The cab driver’s eyes flickered in the rearview mirror. Rain lashed the glass, blurring the neon lights of the city into bleeding smears of violet and red. "The terminal. Fast." Elara clutched the scuffed leather bag against her ribs. Inside, the emergency stash from the floorboards of her old apartment sat heavy—thick bands of cash, a passport with a name that wasn't hers, and a burner phone. Her ticket to a world where the name Silas didn't exist. Her fingers traced the jagged edge of the plastic train pass.

I confirmed. Unlike the common meaning behind Ghost Passengers on flight, it meant different in the Ishii family. A ghost passenger was someone who boarded a flight but his details would not be kept by that flight to avoid being traced. It was very rare and was reserved for only powerful families like the Ishii so I was counting on my grandmother to be able to pull this because information about what we were bringing could not get out. Davian couldn't find out until I was ready and I had a feeling he was still having me followed.

He approached a woman chewing gum, who looked at his expensive suit with deep suspicion. "I need information on a passenger who left early this morning," Richard said with an urgent tone. "A young woman of Eighteen years; Pregnant and beautiful, probably wearing a grey hoodie and carrying a canvas backpack." The clerk popped her gum. "We don't give out passenger manifests, mister. That’s the company policy, I’m sorry."

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any updates on your luggage. And if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to reach out.” She nodded gratefully. “Thank you again. You’ve really made this less stressful. I was so overwhelmed before.” I felt a small sense of pride in knowing that I’d done something to make her experience just a little bit easier. That’s the key, really: making sure passengers feel supported. It’s not just about giving them the facts; it’s about letting them know that we’re here to help and that they’re not alone, no matter how frustrating the situation might be.

We need to escape before they alerted the others. “After them! Don’t let them escape!” I heard someone shout. The passengers started to panic, and that gave us an advantage. Some were already dreadfully shouting, and all we had to do now was blend in with the passengers. I took off Jane’s wig and sunglasses and tossed them somewhere. This is a 16-car train, so it carries 1,300 passengers; it’s easy to hide. We sprinted faster than we could from one car train to the next, and I let Jane go inside as soon as I spotted an empty comfort room.

, looking at the other passengers as they nodded at my statements. "Yeah, I'm a Prima and my friend's here a Void and we just talked like normally. Our sides may have conflict towards one another back home but now we're all in this and we must unite so this mission could bring us success!", She said and I thank her for speaking up for peace. The other passengers are agreeing with her. I turn my attention back towards the man and the lady that's arguing earlier. I watch the lady face becoming more upset but at the same time she looks embarrassed that other passengers found their arguments pointless.

“You'll have to do more than those words. Like a reassurance.” My brain short-circuited as a crazy idea formed. The kind of thing the old Morgan—the careful, play-it-safe Morgan—would never do. But that Morgan wouldn't have flirted with a man who screamed danger. Wouldn't have asked him out like her life depended on it. I'd read this idea in some dark romance book and convinced myself no sane person would do them. But here I am about to attempt it. Around us, passengers were standing. Grabbing bags from overhead compartments. The aisle filled with bodies shuffling toward the exit. Everyone focused on their own lives. Their own destinations.