The Wayward Bus Novels & Stories

They rushed back to the Moonlight Bakery and found the rear door splintered open. Pack members had gathered outside, pointing toward the building and speaking in frightened whispers. My father shoved through the crowd. Aiden followed close behind, his voice thin and uncertain. "She's fine. It was only a little pollen." Kael said nothing. His gaze had locked onto a trail of blood shimmering faintly on the floor outside the storage room. It continued through the broken doorway and disappeared into the street. As they moved closer, the elderly woman from the herb shop next door raised her voice.

I whispered, and I squeezed his hand, letting him lean his head against mine as the bus continued to roll through toward the dangerous territory ahead. He didn't say anything else, but the way he held onto my hand like it was his only lifeline made me realize that the mission was becoming a lot more complicated than my father promised, and as I watched the moon through the window, I felt a heavy weight settling in my stomach. The bus slowed down as we reached a rusted iron gate marked with warning signs, and I knew we had finally crossed the line into the land where the laws of the packs didn't apply, and just as the tires hit the gravel road, a loud explosion rocked the front of the bus.

Camden added. “On.” Sebastian nudged them to the steps. His eyes softened anyway. “Behave.” “Define behave,” Caleb said. “Caleb.” “Understood.” The bus exhaled heat and vinyl. They slouched like it was a verb they invented—hoods up, knees wide, arms along the seat backs. Lior took mid-row by muscle memory. Caleb took left, Camden took right. A bracket that looked casual and wasn’t. The driver barked about legs in the aisle. Caleb reeled his knee in an inch. Camden’s thigh pressed, eased, pressed again—the tide undecided. Peppermint snapped bright then settled; spearmint set heavy under it, smoothing and roughening by turns.

“Oh, it’s exactly the place. You used me. Threw me aside. And now you hide behind this contest, pretending your empire’s clean. I’m done playing quiet.” Maeve’s heart was beating so hard. She looked at Cameron. He tightened his jaw, his eyes going from his brother and Jade. “She’s not bluffing,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s been digging for months.” Before Maeve could respond, Carter moved—smooth, fast, almost rehearsed. He caught Jade by the arm, steering her toward a side door. His voice was low but rough, something sharp hidden underneath it. Whispers filled the air like smoke. The Takahashis watched, expressionless but alert. Maeve’s gut twisted. Whatever was on that USB—whatever

Behind these lies lurked a horrifying reality none of them suspected. Shortly after turning off the highway, the bus stopped. Tom glanced back before stepping out. This was the usual routine. They would reach a fixed location, with Tom leaving in a following car, knowing nothing about the bus' subsequent journey. Ten minutes later, someone new took the wheel. Instead of returning to the highway, they continued down the dirt road. Felix knew he needed to catch Yadier himself, and anything less would be pointless. Half an hour passed before the bus stopped again. They were surrounded by dead silence except for the passengers' steady breathing.

“I-I missed mine. Is there any other way to–-” “Lady, Look! I don't know. Ain’t my problem If you missed it.” Desperation set in as I step back outside. My options are limited. I have to find another way to keep moving. I spot a couple of trucks parked nearby and make my way over, hoping to catch a ride. “H..Hey” I call out to the truckers, who are chatting near their cabs. “I missed my bus. Any chance you’re heading west, towards Houston?”

"If you want to get to where you mentioned, you can take the number 17 bus from here. It'll drop you off near your neighborhood. ****** The number 17 bus was here,Sophia eyes scanned the seats as she found a spot near the back as she sat. The bus rumbled to life, and Sophia gazed out the window as the cityscapes rolled by. She kept an eye out for familiar landmarks, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Ava. As the bus navigated through the streets, Sophia's gaze drifted to the parking lot of a nearby shopping center. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted her car, parked among the other vehicles. Relief washed over her, mixed with a dash of confusion. How did her car end up there?

It was something Peter, the manager and owner of Burn’s Bar, was grateful for. Vida and Tessa waited as a handful of passengers got off for this stop. Once it was in the clear, they boarded the bus and swiped their bus passes. Since the bus was not very crowded at this time of the hour, they got the luxury of choosing their seats and those at the very back were their favorite one.

I see the lookout ahead and brace myself. We hit them hard from behind when they begin to go around the bend. The bus straightens, and we hit it again. This time, we push it to the edge. The bus is trying to go in reverse to stop us, but we're stronger. We continue to push, and it teeters for a second before falling into the ravine below. I jump out and look over just as the bus bursts into flames.