The Wayward Bus Novels & Stories

Author Godsent Banky ******************************************************************************************************************************************************** After what seemed like an eternity, The Bus Angelus, Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott were in finally pulled over at a bus stop close to Lowell High School. "God damn It!! I'm late!! Angelus said out as soon as she got out of the bus while checking the time on her phone. "You are late because of us................We are sorry." Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott apologetically said

he also deleted that and ended up not sending anything but drowning in anger and regret, he has every chance to make it up to Nala but ends up messing up every time. Everywhere seemed foreign to Tasha, she had no idea where she was going, Darkness had graced the land she could see nothing but street lights beaming and no one in plain sight. She came to a stop where saw a long pole with a sign which read Busstop. She sighed with relief hoping to find a bus that would lead her somewhere and when she asked the right questions, she'll be on her way home. She Sat on the bench there with a protective canopy on top. Swinging her legs and burying her head in her hands, after a few minutes of waiting

I went with him anyway. At the table, Cicio introduced me to the rival bosses and crooked intermediaries, men who smiled too easily and watched too closely. The plan was already in motion. Someone had been poisoned to weaken the opposition, and Cicio asked me to keep refilling glasses, to urge them to drink, to distract them while the deal was being cornered. Somewhere along the night, I drank what I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t realize it at first, only that the room started spinning, my body going numb, my thoughts slipping out of reach. I was unraveling in front of everyone, humiliated, barely conscious.

Her brother wouldn’t miss. The bus immediately began to careen all over the highway, sliding this way and that. Jo was out of the tree and sprinting toward the location, her Beretta at the ready. She could see through her team’s eyes that they were all closing in as well. Screams from the humans inside who were being tossed around inside like rag dolls were audible to her teammates that were closer, though Jo couldn’t hear them from where she sprinted across the snow. Eventually, the wayward bus tipped on its side and landed in a snowbank about a mile from where it had been assaulted. As quickly as they could all run, it didn’t take long at all for her forces

He looked at her. No money. No room. No move left. “Ours,” he said. “Ours,” she said. The bus came. Number 14. Mercy to downtown. They got on. No fare. Driver looked at them. At Zara’s face. At Bastian’s shirt. At Bisi’s burner. He closed the doors. Drove. No questions. Two days, seventeen hours left on the offer. Zero hours left on safe.

Leaving the center, I indulged in the sugary goodness that I was given. “Now, to find you place to stay. This time we’re going to have to take a bus.” Angelica said. We walked to the bus stop, waiting patiently for the bus to arrive. I looked around me once again still in awe of the splendor, I was quick to realize that the world of the Waning Moon pack was small and insignificant compared to where I was. The bus arrived, we boarded, and spent the rest of the trip with my head pasted on the window and Angelica chuckling at my wide-eyed look. We alighted in front of a three-story building that was painted maroon.

"You're begging me now only because you've realized Celia isn't worth it, and I used to treat you so well. You don't love me; you just miss the me who unconditionally supported you." Jeremy turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth but could not utter a single word. "Don't come looking for me again." I turned and walked to the roadside. Aiden's car was parked there. He stood by the car door, holding my father's medical report. Seeing me approach, he smiled slightly and opened the car door for me. I got in the car without looking back. Jeremy stood in the autumn wind, watching the car drive away. He finally understood that he had lost someone who would never return, and it was all his own faul

“Get the camera crew ready. We’re going.” On the way, more details came through. A passenger had been asleep, missed his stop, and demanded the driver let him off right there on the highway. When the driver refused, he started pulling at the driver’s arm, jerking the steering wheel until the bus swerved off course and slammed into a roadside construction area. By the time we reached the scene, chaos was everywhere. Sirens, shouting, the smell of smoke and dust hanging in the air. Debris was scattered across the asphalt, paramedics weaving through the crowd with stretchers.

"Find out where she went," Nate snapped. "She's disabled—how far could she possibly go?" "Mr. Davidson, I've looked everywhere," his assistant said nervously. "There's no trace of Madam anywhere." Nate's face darkened. "What do you mean, no trace? She's a living person—what, did she vanish into thin air? Keep looking!" The assistant hesitated, lowering his voice. "Mr. Davidson… it's like someone erased her existence completely."

he said firmly, though his voice quivered slightly. The woman smiled faintly, perhaps thinking it was some childish game. But it wasn’t. There was no game in their steps that morning — only determination and longing driving them forward. When the bus arrived, they climbed aboard with pounding hearts. Devano counted the coins in his pocket carefully, making sure they had enough for three children’s fares. They sat in the very back. Dirga pressed his face to the window, eyes wide at the tall buildings and glimmering lights even in the dim morning.