The Wayward Bus Novels & Stories

And the no-fur driver was likely itching to get one of his own in trouble for the power trip The bus was slow moving, which was fine with Hades. He was sure he'd bought them some time. Whomever was following them would not expect him to take a public bus after the way he was just throwing his money around. He had a bit of time to plan. Watching the quaint streets go by in the historic downtown area, Hades studied the layout, where the one way streets were, how close the signs said the exit was. How he wanted to be back in the room with Doll, tearing off those very sexy clothes and indulging in what was his. Instead he was on high alert and trying not only to do enough to lose a tail but crea

We booked a cute hotel for our stay in Jario County, but the team couldn’t leave their hotel until after their game. “I heard Jairo County’s beautiful, but the wolves there are crazy…” Evyn rambled on. The red flashing lights in the distance caught my attention. I drove slowly as I tried to make out what was happening. This part of the road was dark because the streetlights were dead. My breathing hiked. A bus had driven off the road and landed in a ditch. “Evyn!” I yelled. I slammed on the brakes. “It’s the Wildcats bus,” I said.

“Are you alright?” Owen hovered close but not too close. He could deal with most things, but vomit was not one of them. They were parked on the side of the road, with cars honking as they passed the two oversized band busses loudly emblazoned with Two Way Street on all sides. The advertisement was a disadvantage, Emily thought miserably, when she had her head in a bucket. “Two Way Street!” Someone screamed out the window. The rest of the band and some roadies were fending off a carload of fans that had pulled up behind the second bus, and their laughter rolled back to her as James hammed it up for their photos, keeping them from wondering where Emily and Owen were.

The doors swing open, and I step aboard, dipping my bus pass into the ticketing machine, which I think is absolutely ridiculous that they make us do this; no one is ever going to sift through backdated records of the hundreds of students that travel to and from school by bus. I make my way down the narrow aisle and choose a seat close to the back, sliding open the tiny window to allow the stifling air around me to escape. The bus pulls away from the curb and leaves the school grounds, merging onto the highway. I settle back against my seat and look out the window. The 418 bus is nicknamed the world traveller because it goes up almost every side street in Claremont, whereas the 411 goes along

Andrew Constructions, one of the biggest construction company of the country came crumbling down just in matter of hours. 'Atleast that bastard got what he deserved. Even if 15 years are too less.' Byron Chase was the incarnation of evil. That man had his hands in almost every illegal business. Human trafficking, drug deal, illegal selling organs and what not. He was like a real life devil living on the earth. All of his wrongdoings were backed up by his sister. If he was devil then she was Lucifer. "I can't tell if she's brave or stupid, tsk."

Someone in the back was getting impatient, "I really need to get home!" I took a deep breath, quickly pulled myself together, and got ready to speed up. The bus inched forward, trying to pass the car ahead. However, the Audi suddenly sped up and swerved right in front of us, then Wade hit the brakes hard. I stomped on the brakes, and everyone on the bus jolted forward. The bus turned into a mess, and people started to grumble.

He knew danger lay ahead but couldn't stop the young man with boiling enthusiasm. In the early morning, on an extensive road close to the edge of the forest with no traffic, Uri ran at breakneck speed to reach the bus stop. He wanted to go there when the bus station was empty. He didn't want others to see that he was different from them; he needed to get on the bus to the national museum in the safest way.

I released my hand from Elle's and continued for the door. "Take Jimmy with you!" She called out. **** I can't believe how much paparazzi cars can be parked in one place. But here they were. Right in front of Damiens building. I'm not so sure I know how to get through this crowd of lie seeking mongers but I need to get to Damien right now. "I know a back road ma'am" Jimmy said and turned the car around. I was grateful I took him now. We came to a stop that was almost covered in big plants. It was Pap free and best of all, no one could see me slip in.

*** 5:15 AM When Father Ward again approached the intersection of Hollow and Beartown Road, the same bus idled at the corner, its headlights blazing. Curious in spite of his unease, he slowed and peered out the window. Upon closer inspection, the bus itself looked like a much older model. He couldn’t see much more. The glare of its headlights only made its interior darker, but as his headlights panned the bus’s grill he briefly saw its number . . . 253. He drove through the intersection. The number fell back under darkness. As Father Ward returned his gaze to Beartown Road, he thought something moved in the bus, behind its steering wheel . . .