Human Powered Taxi Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He pulls her into his side and hugs her while he waves down a taxi. “Mr. Taxi man do you know if Jacks is open?” Stacey asks the driver. “I don’t know the line-up was around the block earlier? Depends if they still have anything left” he answers. Stacey nods “we are a little late, but I can live in hope” she says leaning into Grants side.

I need to find a taxi, in this gown I can't use subway. "Ma'am, can I help you?" one of the door staff came and I sighed in relief. "can you get me a taxi, please?" I said and he nodded but then he froze and shook his head and I realised he is looking behind me and I turned around and there he is... "get my car here..." he said and gave the keys and I sighed.

If there had been an award for the Worst Midnight Decision, I would’ve been holding the trophy already. I slipped past the iron gate and dropped onto the dirt road. Mud splattered my shoes. Milan’s cold bit straight through my hoodie. The narrow stretch ahead sat empty, washed in a thin ribbon of fog and framed by old trees leaning over the path. A low engine hum crept closer. A pale yellow glow broke through the dark. A taxi. Not a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Just a regular city cab. White paint. A crooked TAXI sign on top that looked like it had survived too many bad nights. The engine rolled to a stop right in front of me. The driver lowered the window.

The taxi starts to move and Octavian crosses the car in front of it. - What the fuck, - shouts the taxi driver. - You will obey me, human. - Yes sir. – responds the hypnotized taxi driver. - Tell me the address where you picked up Romeo. - I don't know who Romeo is, sir. Octavian snorts but changes the question. - The man who was in the taxi with you. Give me the address where you picked him up. The man obeys, and Octavian fixes the address. - Go on your way after I take my car away, and you won't remember anything that happened.

He looked lost, confused, scared. Then a taxi pulled up to the curb. We all leaned forward simultaneously. Amber hesitated for only a moment before stepping toward it. The taxi pulled away. And just like that, he was gone again. "No…" Cynthia whispered brokenly. "No, no, no…" "Zoom in on the license plate," Ethan ordered sharply, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. The staff member complied immediately, rewinding slightly and freezing the frame just as the taxi turned. The plate number was visible—barely, but visible.

He stopped the taxi and entered it, though he found it a little difficult to work the door handle. "Follow that black vessel just ahead of you," He demanded. "Black vessel?" The taxi driver was confused. "That black moving contraption. Follow it," He said again. "You mean, that Toyota? Why didn't you just say that?" The driver asked and drove behind the women's car. They got to the orphanage and Phileous ran out of the taxi. "Wait, mister! You haven't paid me," The driver yelled at him. Phileous took out his coin purse and packed a handful of gold coins and gave the driver before he ran off.

Lexie smiled, but her smile quickly faded when she accidentally saw a familiar black Chevrolet following the taxi she was in. She stared at the vehicle for a moment and gasped when she recognized the stickers on it. She had driven that car several times before, so there was no way she was mistaken. "Lex? Is everything okay?" Claire asked from the other end of the line. Lexie didn’t answer; instead, she turned to the taxi driver. "Sir, could you slow down for a moment?" She instructed, and the driver immediately complied. "Lex? Is that Manong Roberto?" Claire asked again.

Friends give you rides all the time. ‘You’re making it a big deal,’ Iris piped in my head. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back onto the pillow before running my hands over my face. She's right, I am. “Wyatt’s taxi service. Here to pick up a Felicity Donovan,” Wyatt said as professionally as he could. I opened my eyes, stifling a laugh as he walked over, pushing a wheelchair. “I don’t need that. I can walk just fine,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

Clutched in his left hand was a black briefcase. He reached the curb and raised a hand to hail a taxi. A yellow taxi – the cheaper of the two types of taxis operating in the city – stopped in front of him. “The airport,” he said hurriedly. Ted adjusted the rearview mirror so that he was looking right at Bruno, making sure the man could see him too. “You are not going to the airport, Bruno.” Dark eyes widening, Bruno reached for the door and jerked the handle, sweat broke out on his forehead.

The universe seemed to align in our favor, for a yellow taxi screeched to a halt, its doors flying open invitingly. Penelope and I scrambled into the backseat, slamming the doors behind us. The driver, an elderly man with a friendly smile, peered at us through the rearview mirror and asked, "Where to, lovebirds?" "Parker Square, and please, make it quick. and please, find a better route to get passed the traffic. Thank you." I replied, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The cab shot forward, speeding through the city's chaotic traffic. Anxiously, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the person who had called me earlier.