Rosario Vampire Bus Driver Novels & Stories

Drooling like the others, Evelyn felt her heartbeat skyrocket when the bad boy in the back seat gazed directly back at her with a blank expression etched on his beautiful face, embarrassed she quickly turned forward with her cheeks flushed red "HEY, NO SMOKING ON THE BUS, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!." The driver yelled furiously at the pretty boy sitting nonchalantly at the back puffing out smoke every once in a while ignoring all the drooling glances he got from the girls, reeking aura of arrogance and authority "I own the bus and the place you work at" he replied nonchalantly "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" the driver cursed harshly at him annoyed at his nonchalant delusional statement and

At his signal, they relaxed and two of them brought the badly beaten up driver to the table. "Boss I am….." "Tum!" The driver fell on his side. His opened, dead eyes full of surprise and horror. Blood spilled out from the tiny hole in the center of his head and flowed into his opened eye. "What is wrong with you Rolph?" Leo snapped. He was now really anxious as it looked like Rolph was unhinged. He knew Rolph was a cold blooded killer but why did he kill his driver?

"Nice try, puta, but I have met too many gold-diggers like you. You might be a spy sent by the other dons to investigate my boss." I stilled, a cold sensation crawling down my throat and into my lungs. "Your boss?" I repeated. "Who is he?" "Are you for real? He is Fernando Ramos," the driver replied. "The third most feared don in the city, that runs the alcohol empire? Are you seriously telling me you haven’t heard about him? Do you live under a rock?" I swallowed hard, muttering, "I see."

The driver increased speed as he drove past a bridge, diverting to a different road full of trees,probably the woods. Morgan, Eddie and Kitson stood in their hide out watching the van while Ryan, Romeo, Bleck and Luke stood at the other end. Suddenly the van passed Romeo's group and a bullet escaped Bleck's gun piercing the back tire of the van as the driver lost control trying to stop the van. Finally it stopped. Morgan's group came out of their hideout, immediately the driver open the door and wanted to run out,they got hold of him, giving him a surprise punch that sent him spinning. He lost consciousness.

Arsenio said as he raised his eyebrow. “Diavolo no (hell no)!!!! that woman scares the shit out of me!!!” Romero yelled. “Sergio, you will drop him first…Let's go.” Arsenio said to Sergio as he held my hand and walked out of the Casino. We all entered the car as Arsenio sat on the backseat with me and Romero sat in the passenger's seat while Sergio drove the car. I rubbed my arm as it still stung from earlier on and Arsenio noticed immediately.

"Finley, you can't get on the bus! I just realized your test center is in Eastbrook! Both buses from our class are headed to Westhaven!" On the morning of the SAT, I had barely stepped onto the charter bus when someone yanked me back off. Lewis Sutton didn't hold back. The force sent me stumbling into a utility pole. Ignoring the pain, I hurried to the front of the buses and checked the destination signs. Both clearly read: Westhaven. I held out my hand to Lewis. "The buses are about to leave. Why are you only noticing this now? Let me see the test center schedule."

“It's our shot.” I know I didn't give her enough time to dwell on the information about this particular meeting. The details are not that deep but 69 is owned by a Mexican, Rodrigo Salvatierra Cruz. He's looking to partner, and well, I'm looking to have a nice time. The driver was already waiting on the sidewalk when I got out of the backseat and held open the door for Sophie. “How do I look?” “Like a secretary.” “Asshole,” she cussed.

The blast flung her onto the concrete, sound vanishing under pressure and smoke. Her comm crackled faintly—Varian shouting her name. She coughed, dragging herself up. “Still standing.” “You’re out of the grid zone. The real bus is moving—northbound, fast.” “Go,” she gasped. “I’ll catch up.” Varian’s convoy cut through traffic like a scalpel. Ahead, the second bus weaved erratically through narrow lanes. “Driver’s not responding,” Bram said. Varian narrowed his eyes. “Override their nav system.”

I shook my left scratched arm shoving the blood off and got up to have a clear view of the vision. I walked forward near the bus driver when I saw about two black cars approaching the bus in this busy street. The cars were a clear reprsentation that they belong to someone rich, also the men moving out of the car looked familiar. They were not the one trained by my father but I still know whom they belong too. I walked out of the bus and turned towards the bus driver. I tilted my head at the bus driver with cold hatred eyes and said, "the person they want is me you coward. You can just take the bus now"

Avalon gripped her tight and rubbed her back. “Don’t listen to her Rosalie, she is just jealous you got a good looking man after you and not her.” Avalon cooed to her. Rosalie nodded trying to put a smile on her face. “Come.” “Thank you.” Rosalie spoke as she got the door. The driver was a older white man. He was clean shaven even though his hair was long and white.