Crazy Taxi Novel Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

I went closer to the road, waiting for a cab. I might not have money, but I won't use that as an excuse. I have money in my apartment. I'll just get the cab driver his money once I get there. This feels unreal. It's like I'm dreaming. I haven't seen the city in such a long time. I'm so excited. A cab finally approached me, and I waved at it. It stopped right in front of me, and I immediately opened the door to sit in it, but the sight of what I saw caused me to stagger backwards.

What if Bonus Chapter 11: What If They Shared a Cab in a Storm? Dante POV The storm hit the city without warning, turning the evening rush into chaos. I’d just finished a late practice and was trying to get home when the app showed every ride was surging. I grabbed the first available cab and slid into the back seat, rain still dripping from my hair. A minute later the door opened again. Another guy climbed in, soaked, clutching a soaked backpack. “Mind sharing?” he asked, voice slightly breathless. “Everything else is thirty minutes out.”

I do not want to be kidnapped by a drug pusher on my way to work. Walking as fast as my heels will let me, I hail the first taxi I see on the road, flapping my hands wildly like a crazed duck so the driver will see me and stop. It is successful as he pulls over to my side. "Where to?" The driver in a face cap says, his beard is neatly trimmed, as his cigarette hangs on the side of his lips "Vale & Co, "I respond, hoping to God that he is a normal man who just wants a smoke this morning.

And the more we are frightened, the more it gets stronger. “In this game, I get to decide whether you win, or you die. Hawak niyo ang kapalaran ninyo, kaya sana handa kayo. Play wisely, I hope you brought luck with you because you are gonna need it. Get ready to draw your cards. Let the games, begin!”

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

Outside, rain poured down in torrents as I wandered the streets in a daze, letting the cold rain soak me through. A car slowly pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing Jasmine's expressionless face. "Get in," instructed Jasmine. Her cold and rigid voice cut through the rain. I did not move. I stared straight at her through the blurred curtain of rain. Jasmine seemed to lose her patience. She pushed open the car door, stepped out, and opened a black umbrella above my head. Her voice carried a hint of exhaustion. "Sebastian, stop this. Come back with me."

​Isabella's POV ​The rain had returned. It wasn't the heavy, dramatic storm of the island. It was a fine mist that turned the city into a smudge of grey and charcoal. ​I sat in the back of a taxi. Not a black car. Not a Sterling-encrypted SUV. A yellow cab that smelled of old coffee and artificial pine. The driver didn't know my name. He didn't know I had ten billion dollars moving through the wires because of a signature I had penned three hours ago.

I revved up the engine and inched the car forward, too aware of Nico's presence closing in just a few metres away now, as finally the gates opened wide enough and I hit the gas, the tyres whirling loudly against gravel, kicking up dirt and tiny rocks and leaving him literally in the dust. “Yes!” I grinned, watching him whip out his phone from his pocket and brought it up to his ear, no doubt trying to ring up Abel, and inform him that I'd run away. That I'd defaulted, broken one of his biggest rules. Too bad Abel's phone sat cozy and shattered somewhere in the woods. That made me laugh.

She didn’t even understand why Jayden Wells leaving her hurt her so much, but it did. The windows of the taxi were shut, but the air conditioner was on, the taxi man seemingly concentrating on his driving. She was the only passenger, and it afforded her a kind of freedom to let her pain out. Her vision was already blurry, and she could see nothing but blurs of flashing lights of various neon colours that serenaded the nightlife. Something suddenly did not seem right, and the first was how fast the taxi seemed to be going. Alisa wiped her eyes again, and then looked around before it jumped out at her.