Novel & Cerita The Stranger In Seat 8b

Then someone stopped beside my row, and I looked up to find Max grinning down at me. "Well, what are the odds?" he said, checking his boarding pass. "23B. Looks like we're neighbors for the next eight hours." He slid into the seat beside me, buckling his seatbelt. "Universe works in mysterious ways, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Apparently so." Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something better.

My eyes burst open. The view in front of me didn't make sense to me. There was a strange old lady sitting next to me, her face filled with slight relief. A young boy stood in front of her, holding his hands together tentatively. The woman exhaled, placing a hand on her chest. "Thank God you're awake, Lauren. We almost lost you." Lauren? My brows creased. The boy, who was around four or five, hesitated before he took my hand, his little fingers closing around mine. His voice was tiny, uncertain. "Mommy?"

Whatever the engineering team had done, the showcase was actually about to start. A young assistant intercepted him near the seating area and walked him down the aisle. "You are in the front section, Mr. Sterling. Left side, seat seven. Miss Driana's orders." Maxwell nodded and moved down the row. Most of the front section was already filled. A man with an investor lanyard nodded at him as he passed. Maxwell nodded back, found his row, edged past two seats already occupied, and dropped into seat seven without paying much attention to who was already seated in seat eight.

"Please, wait!" I slip in the mud, almost eat shit, but somehow manage to stay on my feet and reach the bus just as the doors hiss and begin to close. I see him, my mysterious stranger, sitting where he always sits, but in the state I'm in, this is the one time I don't want him to see me, so I take the rear door and go to the seat at the back of the bus and slump down so I'm as hidden as I can be. And then the tears begin to fall.

Everywhere in the room darkened but the lights flickering, illuminating the place with a warm glow and exposing the beauty of the room. My lips parted at the beauty of the small room but something immediately caught my attention sharply. The furniture in the room stood in the mid-air, defying the law of gravity with nothing holding them from beneath. I watched as the stranger yanked himself up on one of the seats mid-air, his face and eyeball simmering. Pointing to a chair in front of him, he said with a low and steady voice. “Sit. I have something to show you” I followed his fingers, tracing them with my eyes until it stopped in front of a chair sustained mid-air as well.

I answered. “I will ask Celia if it’s still available tomorrow then she’ll give us details” Kara said “Now tell me, how long do you think your stranger can last?”

Inside the air-conditioned train carriage Naomi was seated in a cluster of four seats, occupying seat number 90, with her child resting on her lap. Across from her sat two young, beautiful women in seats 91 and 92, with the adjacent seat—number 93—empty. Naomi’s gaze remained fixed on her child.

Julia’s voice cut in from behind them. “He’s way younger than her,” Vivian replied. “And?” Julia shot back, waving a dismissive hand. “You two should get back to work and quit being so nosy.”. --- Across the road, inside a black luxury car, thick cigar smoke curled lazily through the dim interior. Dark-tinted windows concealed the occupants from the outside world. The stranger in the back seat sat with one arm draped over the leather armrest, a half-smoked cigar balanced between their fingers.

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

I added and the leader agreed, hesitantly. There were three huge black cars. The one at the front was driven by one of the men, surprisingly. The one at the middle had all five of us, seated at the back seat. While the leader of the strangers was the one in the driver's seat. The last car that was behind us should have the third stranger driving it. The cars took off slowly at first, then shortly after a small distance from our pack's gates, they halted, beginning with the one in front.