Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

I saw Onix car packed at the same spot he insanely had his way with me. “This car brought me here but I have to trek back home, what a tragedy!” I said, pointing at the car I couldn’t trek back home cause my legs aches so badly, I had to board a cab with the little money on me. The cab man were staring at me, he couldn’t focus on his wheel. Before I could let in some words to his head to drive me safely. He opened his mouth, wanting to utter something. “Are you Gigi Lancaster?” He asked.

“Fine, I will find someone else,” I say but the younger taxi driver walks in front of me making me stop. “I could take you for forty.” He says and I shake my head. First, I still can’t afford that, and second I don’t trust him. He looks a little off to me, with the tattoos and piercings, I don’t care if none of that represents the man he could be on the inside, I just don’t want to risk it.

The taxi driver- a middle aged man with a goatee replied, his eyes on the road. “Thank you.” I breathed, the thought of a certain someone invading my mind once more. That bastard was insufferable and so full of himself. His cockiness irked me. Maybe I’d stop and get pepper spray on my way back. If I taught him a lesson or two, he would know I wasn’t some average girl he could order around. I glanced at the phone in my hand and an involuntary hiss slipped through my throat. I flashed the taxi driver an apologetic look as his gaze met mine through the rear view mirror.

It felt like a reverse of that night when he had caught me in a gay bar, and I prayed to everything holy, that he wouldn't go to any bar, gay or whatever. The taxi driver didn't question my orders. He knew he would get his money, so he did as I asked. He followed Jules until we got to a freaking godforsaken strip bar!

However, when I gave the address to the taxi I'd hailed, the driver gave me a confused look. "Sir, what are you doing there?" the driver asked, looking me up and down. "Uh, I have something I need to take care of there," I said, confused. Was I wearing something inappropriate or what? "But, you don't look like someone associated with rebels or crocodile handlers," the driver said. His words made me even more confused. "I don't understand what you mean, sir." The taxi driver scratched his head. "I can't take you there, sir. It's too dangerous. I've only been driving this taxi for two months and I don't want to stop that quickly. I have family to feed."

Nathalie's POV The taxi moved through the streets of New York as if the driver was also in a hurry to get somewhere. I couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. I just felt the weight of guilt pressing on my chest like someone was sitting on top of me. "We're almost there, ma'am," said the driver, a middle-aged man with a Middle Eastern accent, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then. "Thank you," I answered, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted.

said the taxi driver . " I work there . " said Ayla . " Oh , alright ! If you say so . " said the taxi driver confused but still didn't ask many questions . The driver started to drive to the mansion as Ayla looked at the way through the window in a pensive way , thinking about the incident . Ayla couldn't believe that Aron was capable of such a thing despite how hateful he was . She wanted to deny it but deep down she did feel a light crush for Aron . Even she did feel a light crush for Aron . Even though the contract stated that there could never be anything more between them she still thought that it wouldn't break the contract . No matter how bad Aron was , he was handsome enough to make

The driver was an elderly man from Benin, and was used to such tasks of ferrying female students between New Girls hostel and other male hostels in the estate. “Good evening sir”. “Good evening my daughter”. The driver responded and looked ahead through the car’s windscreen. Elo got into the back seat, and I shut the door behind her. “Do take care of yourself for me, my love… I’ll see you on Monday”. “Alright baby, anytime you use that stuff, let it remind you of me”. I watched as a broad smile appeared on Elo’s face, while the driver started the ignition. I stepped back a little as the elderly driver eased the old Audi saloon car into the road. I waved at Elo, until the taxi cab was out of

The taxi driver felt helpless and had no choice but to wait. After dealing with the taxi driver, Carrie continued to arrogantly order the security guard, “Let us through immediately! I am Carrie Newman, the younger sister of Camryn Newman. I’m telling you that if you don’t let me through, I will report you as soon as I see my sister, and you will be in big trouble.”

the gorgeous man said. “I have tried calling her but she is not responding. I am afraid this was just an accident because the lady doesn’t look too well.” the driver continued. “To the hospital.” the man who had not said anything spoke up. His voice was cold and no emotions could be detected. “Okay sir.” the driver nodded. “Wait!” “What is it Mr. Kai? The driver asked. The gorgeous man was called kai and the driver looked at him with a questioning gaze. “Bro Axel, aren't you going to look at her? What if it is a trap and she just wants to scam more money from you?” Kai said looking at the cold man who sat unmoving in the car.