Rosario Vampire Bus Driver Novels & Stories

But they will be no match for three dangerous werewolves. Later that afternoon the driver showed up in a black, hired SUV. The man that got out of the vehicle looked like an undertaker, thin as a rake, his thinning black hair slicked back from his narrow forehead. He pushed back his round glasses onto his needle-like nose and extended a slender hand. “Señor Lupei, I am here to drive you to the airfield.” He didn’t smile and his hand felt cold. I nodded. “Sal, Darius give this nice man our luggage.” I got into the backseat.

“How the hell did we lose her?” “I don’t know!” Sean growled, running his hands through his hair. “She was right here, and now she’s gone!” Davide, their driver, jumped back into the bus and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again, but the engine refused to start. His face went pale as he turned to Sean. “The bus is dead, man.” “What do you mean, ‘dead’?” Sean barked, his eyes blazing. “We don’t have time for this! That girl—Karol—she was supposed to be delivered back to the Rhodes tonight!”

Vince smiled slightly and said, "I'd like to ask everyone to look at a video taken from the surveillance footage. Someone with ulterior motives wanted to destroy it, but sadly, they'll be disappointed." Vince beckoned to a few officers behind him, and a high-resolution video was played immediately. Everyone saw the bus driver screaming weakly for help. Only Sebastian, Henrietta, and a few firemen went to save him. On the screen, the scene of Sebastian applying acupuncture and Henrietta sewing up the victim's wound was played for the media.

For the first time, I prayed it was not the car with Jovita inside. "Yes. The car you sent to take your assistant home. The vampires are awake, but she is unconscious." I looked at my driver; his eyes were on the road. "Where did this happen, and where are they?" The man gave me their location, and I ordered the driver to reverse the car. I was worried about her blood. I wondered if those vampires would be able to hold themselves after seeing her blood. I charged my driver to be faster.

She had thought that a beggar could never be bankrupt. When she was pulled into the car by him, she finally understood that Rolando was the beggar. He pushed her against the back seat, ignoring the existence of the driver. "If you dare to move, I don't mind performing a p**n show with you." "You ..." "Jasper, drive the car home." "Yes ...Yes, Mr. Mendez." Carina yelled, "Rolando, go away!" The driver was astonished.

GRUMPY Vanessa’s "Your father, see the way he's driving like a goat. Anuofia" I screamed at the top of my voice as I drove pass the bus that almost hit me from behind, all in the name of trying to pass another bus to get a passenger. Lagos bus drivers are annoying, rude and careless, they'll make you feel inferior with their words even when you're driving a Ferrari.

Joe barked, ushering his two vampire friends toward the entrance. In front of the road leading to the emergency room, visitors and medical staff stood frozen in shock as a large bus drifted slowly into the hospital grounds. Inside, every single passenger, including the driver, was unconscious. "What happened? Even the driver is out cold?" a visitor asked. "How did this bus get here safely if everyone has fainted? Does it have some kind of automated emergency control?" one of the nurses muttered. Confusion rippled through the crowd. Kelvin, Joe, and Brandon immediately boarded the bus, sternly pushing back the approaching medics.

the driver said firmly. Victor pulled out his wallet, yanking out a thick wad of cash. "Here's my ticket." The driver's eyes widened at the money, but he shook his head. "Sorry, full capacity. Safety regulations." Through the windows, Victor could see Selena moving to the back of the bus, keeping her head down. Desperation clawed at his chest. He was losing her. Again.

With a burst of adrenaline, I sprinted forward, my bag bouncing against my side as I called out, “Wait!” The doors retracted with a hiss, and the bus driver, Viktor, was grinning as he held the door open for me. His warm, inviting smile was accentuated by his thick mustache and vibrant Mexican accent. “Good morning, Lu!” he greeted with an enthusiasm that always lifted my spirits. “Good morning, Viktor and thank you!” I replied, beaming back at him as I stepped inside. He gave a nod of acknowledgement and quickly shut the door behind me, the familiar sound of the bus engine rumbling to life surrounding us.

And he was even so sure that she was his daughter! "Ms. Hannah Rodriguez?" A black car pulled over in front of me. The driver got off when I nodded. "Mr. Sarmiento asked me to pick you up," he added, as he opened the car's door for me. I murmured a 'thank you' before getting into Nate Sarmiento's beautiful car. All I was just able to see was Nate’s car and the driver, but they already screamed luxury. The driver didn't seem like some ordinary chauffeur. He seemed more like a security personnel. He was tall and was wearing a suit and tie. He even looked strict and somewhat scary.