Shining Express Novels & Stories

INSANE's dual expressions proved that Zane completed one step to Tame his BEAUTY. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

He said. “Yes, please.” I said. “Would this be all Sir?” Asked the cashier as she bats her eyelashes at Ethan. “Miss, that would be all, please make it fast. We are starving.” I said and gave her my sweetest smile. “Right away, Ma’am.” She said and smiled fake at me. “You’re scary when you’re jealous.” Ethan said. “What? Jealous? Me?” I said. “Of course not, like I said I’m starving.”

Her fingers traced the jagged edge of the plastic train pass. The station smelled of stale grease and wet wool. People moved like shadows under the flickering yellow lights of the departures board. One hour. In sixty minutes, the midnight express would pull out, and she’d be a ghost. No Council. No Sloane. No Abram. She stood at the kiosk, hand trembling as she fed the pass into the slot. "Check the feed, man. Look at this s**t." Two commuters nearby huddled over a tablet. The bright screen reflected off their wide eyes. Elara’s gaze drifted to the row of monitors hanging from the ceiling. A "Breaking News" banner flashed in harsh crimson.

He looked down— and stilled. Recognition hit him instantly. A single beat passed. Then everything shifted again. The shadows recoiled—faster this time—unraveling from around him like they had been pulled back by force. The pressure lifted. Air rushed back into the room. Light followed. Breaking through the dimness as if nothing had ever been there. Sound returned next. Voices. Movement. Not just inside— outside too. The world snapping back into place. In less than a minute—

"And that’s what matters." ​They pulled into the gravel lot of the Springfield junction ten minutes before the noon express was due. The platform was completely empty, save for an old man in a yellow slicker leaning against a stack of wooden crates near the baggage scale. The rain was dripping off the corrugated tin roof of the station house, leaving a line of dark, circular holes in the gravel below. ​Dante killed the engine. The sudden absence of the truck’s rattle made the interior feel smaller, the damp heat from the floorboards rising between their seats.

“I was wondering what that awful smell was. Now I see it’s just a piece of trash who has run her mouth.” Seeing the noble and aloof Bella, the group timidly fell silent. One of the girls wanted to explain, but she was too frightened to utter a word. The server then spoke with a smile. “Mr. Moore has been granted top-tier membership today. His meal is complimentary. The ‘issue’ of him not affording the bill, as you suggested, will not occur.”

Not one of them held back. They severed the tendons in my hands and feet, shattered my legs, and drove their knives into my chest over and over again. They screamed for revenge—for brothers, for family, for blood. One of them grabbed my chin and demanded I apologize. However, the pain no longer registered. I just stared blankly up at the bright blue sky. How beautiful. Not a single cloud. Exactly the same as the day I first arrived in this world. "Mission failed. Erasure initiated. In one hour, all records of your existence will be deleted. Hazel Tanner will cease to exist in this world."

Estella tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. "Stop!" Estella shouted as she got the courage to speak. "Stop, please! My Baby..." She trembled as she pleaded with the people, holding her belly as a reminder of her Baby. She touched the blood on her thigh with a shaking hand, her whole body trembling with emotion. "My baby..." "My baby!" She cried. "My baby!" It's like people don't hear or care about her feelings. They don't care about her or what happens to her. The only thing that matters to them is for her photo to be released to the public, humiliating and ruining her reputation.

I smiled and nodded my head to her before we said goodbye and I walked down the steps back to my car, hearing the door gently close behind me. I'm so glad that Kiran's found a gym finally. I know how important kickboxing is to him and how badly he's been wanting to get back to it, so I won't bother him with a text or anything. * I went on my run and had a smile on my face the whole time, per usual. I'm back in my car now, listening to my music and heading home. One of the main roads in town that I use to get home goes by a bunch of bars and some shady-looking buildings, their LED signs light the path more than the streetlights do.

Pink screen lights up my face. Emergency Flash Offer ♡ $1000 – 15 minutes – Entire shuttle (11 passengers + driver) Accept? I tap YES before I even look up. The effect is instant. Every head swivels. Eleven pairs of eyes glaze over like slot machines hitting jackpot. The driver’s foot slips off the brake and the shuttle lurches, then stops again in the middle of the street. A low chorus of groans ripples through the air. “Need to… adjust her seat,” someone mutters.