Human Powered Taxi Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

she said firmly. The driver gave a small nod, his face still mostly hidden, and the taxi rolled on through the busy streets. "Mister, can you wait for me? Looks like there’s no public transport passing through here. Just keep the meter running, okay?" Aleah said as she opened the door. "Sure, Ma’am," the driver replied with a quick nod. "But let’s not stay here too long—it doesn’t look like the safest place," he added, glancing around cautiously.

I hate it here I continue to run with my weak legs and the kidnappers are already catching up with me then suddenly a cab started coming towards me "Taxi Taxi" I yelled and the cab stopped I quickly open the door and entered "Where to miss?? The old cabman asked "Just go.. Continue driving.. Fast" I yelled "Stop Stop" the men shouted as they are now drawing near "They are kidnappers so drive fast " I yelled out and the old man started the engine and drove away as fast as he could I continue to pant as tears started flowing down my cheeks "Where to..?? The old man asked I don't even know CJ house address and I don't know anyone here

"I know what the call was about and you probably already know what she did to stop my wedding... She had me kidnapped and my husband found out about it and called her with the kidnapper's number. She ran away in fear of what my husband might do to her. She left in a taxi. To my question now, do you remember the number plate of the taxi?" Yale sighs. "I was not near enough to see the number plate." "Oh." Ivy sighs, disappointed. "But there's something that can help. The taxi was a Camry with the pink and white brand taxi name on the head. I've forgotten the name of the transport company but their brand is a pink and white taxi name on the car. You might be able to find the taxi if you ask at

Eager to reach his destination, Merrick hailed a taxi, its vibrant yellow paint standing out among the row of vehicles. He swiftly loaded his belongings into the trunk and settled into the backseat, the leather upholstery providing a comfortable retreat. The taxi driver acknowledged Merrick's destination and pulled away from the curb with a burst of energy.

𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 7:38AM☆☆☆ A yellow taxi rumbled to a halt, just before the curve of a wide pristine road, flanked by towering hedges trimmed into ruthless perfection. “Why are we stopping?” Nevena squinted out—at the road. The driver, a wiry local in his mid-fifties, shifted the car into neutral and cleared his throat. “Señorita, no puedo ir más allá,” he said, jerking his chin toward the road ahead. "Propiedad privada."

"I'd be the one to send the letters myself, can I?" "Of course, you can come with us, young man. All her suitors always visit her in the mansion night and day. But if you're her friends, you can head on directly." "As I said, I'm not one of her suitors. It's just... We've been friends through those written letters." I explained. "Then, we better get going," the man wagged his head sideways as though he can't anticipate what I was talking about. He and the old woman then hopped into the white vehicle that just stopped in front of us. On top of the car indicates "TAXI". Don't know what that even means. The man who was seated in front of the car suddenly stared at me in a weird way.

This little boy whispered to his mother, "Mommy, why is the taxi driver's photo not clearly visible?" Madeline put her index finger to her lips, asking the child to be quiet, "Shh, don't talk too much, maybe the picture is dirty." Unfortunately Joshua's question was overheard by the taxi driver, and the man behind the wheel activated the automatic lock and turned left, driving really fast. Madeline panicked suddenly, because this was not the right route. "Hey, I don't think this is the route to the shopping center, where are you going to take us?"

He paired it with a dark vans. “I don't need a free ride!” Ria said within. He must be insane to think that she would just go into his car like that because she couldn't get a taxi. Why isn’t he saying anything? Why is he just staring at her? Men have no shame! Luckily for Ria, a taxi stopped in front of her and she entered it without looking back at the man. "Where to ma'am?" The taxi driver asked. "RRC.” She replied and the taxi driver looked back at her and smiled. "Ria Robert Couture.” She completed.

"Bye my friend." It was drizzling slightly. So, I dashed to a parked taxi. It was a black Toyota Corolla, 2007 model. The glasses were all raised; perhaps to prevent penetration of water. I knocked softly at the back window to alert the driver who was seated in the driver's seat. He gave a smoke signal to come in. "Where?" "5th avenue." "Alright. Welcome aboard Mr?" "Sam."

The word sent a dread down her stomach. “I—I can't…” Before the words even left her mouth a crappy looking car stopped in front of her. A taxi sign sat at the top of the car, but it had no licence plates. “Let's go, Ma’am.” The taxi driver said, sounding eerie instead of polite. Arabella’s fingers hesitated around the door handle. As if Serena could see, she said, “I guess Axel’s life is not all that important afterall.” “I will enter.” Arabella gasped.