The Honey Bus Novels & Stories

I chose to wear a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, paired with a plunging V-neck shirt that put my snowy-white cleavage on full display. The outfit hugged my figure in an extremely sultry way. I knew Uncle Mike would be impressed enough to set me up with the best role at his club. … I hopped on the high-speed rail and headed for Merrihaven. Once I arrived, I decided to take the bus to save on cab fare. The bus was crammed with middle-aged men whose eyes lit up the moment I boarded. The blatant lust in their stares actually got me excited. The bus was so packed that some men took advantage of the crowd to grope me—some even sneaked a squeeze of my backside.

It would have been faster to change to our wolf form, but then we would arrive naked and that tend to raise a lot of questions “It’s a bus”. AJ comment as we get closer. “Looks like ... a tour bus or something ... it’s in the ditch”. “Thanks AJ, we do have eyes though”. Jax mumbles. “Holy ... does that say Hadley King ? Like in that ... doll-like girl who won ‘the star’ ?”

I honestly now know how Harry Potter felt when everyone kept annoying him with being the ‘chosen one’. The bus parked in front of me and I tightened my grip on my bag, climbing up the steps in order to reveal the buzzing of overly large bees. Somewhere out there were three other busses, trudging through the snow on their way to the northern base. I glanced around, sighing in annoyance when I didn’t spot Ethan. Irritating, horrible Ethan. My best friend. I slumped down on a seat, watching as people past me. The bus started and the overly long ride started. Which left me stuck with my own thoughts.

He finally hangs up and relaxed back to his seat. "Thank you, baby. Oh.. Mom and dad said hi. You're their favorite now." He took my hand in his and kissed it. "What event is it? What time and where?" I asked him. We were finished with our lunch and were sipping our coffees. "It's a yearly charity event, I usually never forget. But last night was too much I guess. Are you sure you're okay with crowds? It'll be at seven, at the vineyard. It's an outdoor event." He rubbed my knuckles and looked at me lovingly.

“Oh well. Hey, you got whatever stuff you need? Because Miles is one hundred percent not kidding about being on the bus at 3:05.” “Oh crap,” I whispered, and ran out of the penthouse as fast as I could. I made it out to the bus with five minutes to spare. It was waiting outside the main circular drive in front of the hotel. The exterior was black, with ‘BIGGER’ in huge white letters on the side – plus a graphic of the .44 Magnum Smith and Wesson from their first album, only now it was about twenty feet long. Subtle.

*Honk* The sound of the bus accompanied by its bright two sided light brought Natalie back to the present. “Oh, the bus is finally here”. Natalie knows that except her mini bed and soft pillow, she has nothing else waiting for her in the dorm room she shares with her childhood best friend, Victoria. The bus ride will definitely be a long one as she couldn't afford to get one that will go directly to her neighborhood. Soon enough, tiredness from the day's activity sets in as her lashes begin to flutter, adhering to the rule of nature. Unbeknownst to her, as she was about to get into the bus, someone standing in the dark had taken her pictures and sent them to a mysterious number.

It tasted like battery acid cut with vinegar, but she was glad for the buzz of sugar and caffeine. When the bus screeched to a halt opposite the pair had to run across the road, flagging down the bus driver. Luckily, it was the nice one and he waited. "Two returns please," Belle asked, getting out her wallet as Damien loped to the back of the bus and got comfortable. He took a seat beside a guy Belle knew only as 'fit guy on the bus.' 'Fit guy on the bus' was present for Belle's morning journey most days. He alighted by the art college where he met a group of friends... not that Belle was stalking him. She just noticed him. A lot.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

A drop in the ocean for us, but still a chunk of change for Honey. So the club will be telling them to back off. The last thing Honey needs right now is drug dealers sniffing around looking for her. I watch as Honey chews on the end of her pen as she thinks. She has another two pens sticking out of her messy bun. Papers scattered around the table as she takes notes scrolling on her laptop. She is in her element.

Yet, he still felt like laughing. "Seriously Josh" he scoffed "your first kiss was with an imaginary animal?" "Don't call her that!" He protested. "Shirley's not an animal!" Hunter smirked. "What is she then?" "She's an uhm, frizzy, extra comfy, terrestrial marshall polar bear" "See you said it yourself but used different words" Hunter caught on quickly. At that point, the yellow and black painted school bus sped past. The decker bus was filled with screaming students who shouted incessantly as the bus moved. The bus had been acquired three years ago through the combined effort of the principal and the PTA conference.