Rosario Vampire Bus Driver Novels & Stories

"Casey, what's going on? Make sense!" Casey blurted out, "It's that bitch who's been mooching rides in your car! She suddenly showed up at the villa and brought a whole pack of actors with her. She's claiming she's the CEO and that you're just her driver. Hayden, hurry up. I'm so scared!" The line went dead silent. Casey stamped her foot in frustration. "Hayden? Did you hear me? Why aren't you saying anything? When are you getting here?"

Jeremy called after me as I stormed through the crowd of dancers down below, but I ignored him, blinking back tears as I burst out through the front door and into the cold air. I should’ve brought a coat, but thankfully I didn’t have to wait long for my uber. I had my arms wrapped around myself when who I assumed was the driver walked up to me. He had his arms dug into the pockets of his hoodie, and a cap was pulled low over his face. “Are you the driver?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Yes.” His voice was low. “Where’s the car?” He cocked his head to the side, “Down that corner, I can’t park here because of the fines.”

Randhir'driver cried in fear. I was driving the car but my thoughts were roaming about her only that I didn't noticed the bus coming into my direction,the bus driver was pressing the horn. Before I could registet something,my eyes dazzled with a bright flash...next moment everything was blank, I felt a sharp pain in my whole body. All that I could hear was faint cries of people....after sometime everything became dark........ Sanyukta I was roaming around the house remembering my last visit in this beautiful bungalow.. admiring his uncountable trophies ,which were proudly telling the stories of his success.

My mind ran through the possibilities — where we’d go, how we’d hide, what to do if they came after us. For a few minutes, it was quiet except for the sound of the bus. My shoulders loosened slightly. "Maybe… maybe we would make it. Maybe we'd leave Ragnar and his pack of freaks. I'd find out about my powers, learn my werewolf side and take revenge on my father's murderer." All of a sudden – midway into the journey, the bus skidded. "Fuck shit!" The driver cursed under his breath. The brakes screamed and the bus jolted to a hard stop.

Save us… I kept my eyes shut, tears sliding down my face. I forced my fingers to twitch—even a tiny movement felt like an achievement. Then, at last, I felt my fingers move. I heard shattering glass and felt Horacio struck in the shoulder; the driver lost control. His grip on the steering wheel faltered and the vehicle careened wildly. “Keep driving, you idiot!” Horacio snarled, but the driver didn’t respond. Soon the driver slumped forward—dead, blood streaming from a bullet wound in the back of his head.

As she finally arrived at the bus stop she sees the bus already coming down the corner so she sticks her hand out and he stops right in front of her. "Afternoon Bernie! How are you doing she asked her favorite driver as she entered the bus and greeted him. He had saved her some months ago from a bunch of rogue howlers who had some indecent plans with her....and since then they became kind of friends. "Afternoon Ava, I'm good, busy day as always! Where are you off to, another job interview?" He asked with his eyes plastered on the road as not as to run some unhinged tourist over who doesn't look where their going.

As the window rolled down, she immediately recognized the driver—it was the same man from the bus. He looked to be in his early thirties, but his face was slightly wrinkled, and a scar near his right eye gave him a creepy appearance. Smiling at her, he offered, “Hey there, need a ride? I can drop you off wherever you’re headed.” Lysia instinctively took a step back and shook her head. “No, thanks. My house is just up ahead.” “It’s still a long way from here to Elmwood Crossroad.” His voice was calm, but there was something strange about the way he said it. He stepped out of the car, making it clear that he had overheard her entire conversation with the bus driver.

The driver could not even dream of owning a house in a place like this. However, his passenger does, and not only that, it was the Romero Villa. The driver stopped in shock, doing a quick turn to look at the person behind him once more. Why, it was none other than Damien Romero, the Chairman of the Romero Empire! Why was Damien Romero all alone on a dark road and going to the Romero Villa at this time of the night, without any escort or guards? Fear coursed through his body and the driver swallowed hard. He had watched one too many movies that described situations like this, and all he could think about was that, Damien Romero was in trouble and he’d only managed to escape from his pursuers

I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see the next scene but the bus suddenly brakes and wakes us up. “I am sorry but I want to rest for a few seconds… My arms and legs are already numb because of the long drive” The driver said and he parked the bus at the side of the road and went down. I looked around to check what happened to the two men that our bus ran over. I keep looking around to see them but I can no longer see them. They were just gone. I saw the driver bring his lighter out and light the cigarette on his mouth after stretching his arms and legs. He is smoking as if nothing’s happened or nothing has really happened and like the girl a while ago. The two men might be part of my

The smell of the grilled fish along with other smells created a heady mix that was overpowering at times. After getting through the food vendors and grilling stalls, Lisa and Nestie were approached by tricycle drivers who were all speaking at the same time, vying to get their attention. Finally, Nestie chose the driver who was the first to approach them. Immediately, the other drivers gave up and looked for other passengers. Lisa and Nestie's driver led them to a small tricycle which was parked a short way from the bus. The space inside the tricycle was limited and Nestie had to crouch due to the low headroom. The driver tied his passengers' baggage securely at the back of the tricycle and t