Bella Swan Truck Novels & Stories

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

“Do you think Mrs. Williams knows the truth about me?” I reached over, taking her hand in mine. “I’m not sure,” I said. “But we’ll find out.” Back at the mansion, we gathered in my office. Janet spread out her sketches on the desk, her movements purposeful. She held up a drawing of the truck driver who had killed her parents. Bella stared at it, her brow furrowed. “This man looks familiar,” she said slowly. “I think I’ve seen him before.” Janet and I exchanged a glance.

DENVER I kept following Bella until we got to the road. The riot was in full bloom and more people had joined. I turned to Bella,“You can still change your mind,” I said. She scowled at me and proceeded across the road. Just then a truck sped towards us and stopped abruptly in front of us. I was shocked when four masked men jumped down from the back of the truck. They came straight for Bella and I. Before I could say anything, we were in the truck already, squeezed into the back seat.

Dante has 5 different vehicles coming to help us move. Three of them are trucks while two are vans. None of them are made for speed but they will be able to take more luggage over at a time than if we were to walk. The orphans are riding in the tractor's trailer along with myself and Frank. All of the witches are spread out along the group to help keep everybody safe. "Are you all ready for our next adventure?" Frank says to the kids.

Thankfully, the gates were already wide open. “How are we going to get somewhere safe without a car?” Bella asked, breathing heavily as we passed through the gates. “We cannot use any of the cars parked in the driveway, Bella,” Mrs. Sandra answered firmly. She held tightly onto the arms of her wheelchair as it moved over the rough ground. “All of our cars have GPS trackers. The moment he wakes up, Luke’s men will be able to track the cars and find us.” I nodded because I knew she was right. I turned the wheelchair away from the main road and pushed it into the trees surrounding the estate.

The third truck, momentarily distracted, was hit by a barrage of fire from Bennett’s team. “Truck disabled,” Bennett reported. “But they’re fighting back hard.” “We’re pulling back,” I ordered. “Secure the cargo and move out. Leave the rest to them.” We loaded the weapons onto our own vehicles, the crates heavy and cold. As we prepared to leave, I heard a voice through the mind link. “Alpha, we’ve got company,” Owen reported. “A small convoy is heading our way. They are not a cartel.” “Zeus?” I asked, my grip tightening on my weapon.

In under one minute, the truck was fully loaded, and everyone jumped back into the three-row SUV. Sitting comfortably in the front passenger seat, Joanna remained perfectly polite. She rolled down her window, nodded respectfully to Glacier, and said, "The rest of everything is yours." She gave a cheerful wave, and Jake slammed his foot on the gas, driving the heavy tactical SUV right out of the warehouse gate and leaving the terrified raiders in their dust. The moment the SUV tore out of the warehouse gate and hit the main road, the suffocating tension inside the vehicle evaporated.

Just in case any of Silas' men was out there in disguise, they won't be spotted in the major roads. Damian, Freya and Scarlett set off to town. Damian drove the car. Scarlett smartly sat in the passenger seat. Halfway into their drive, a truck appeared from nowhere behind them. “I didn't think trucks like this still exist in this pack,” Freya said, glancing at her side mirror. The truck had teeth made of irons sticking out from the front of the car. Damian chuckled. “Probably used for farming or stuff.” “Guys…this is weird,” alerted Scarlett looking through the back of the car. “Why’s the car following us? It's coming faster now…”

He rolled down the window, breathing in some much-needed air. "Give him time," he murmured, hitting the brakes to decelerate behind an eighteen-wheel freight truck. It wasn't one of his, nor the Andersons'. But judging from the plates, it was from neighbouring Eswatini. "What if he never comes around?" Holly mumbled.

They want me, but they know I am a heart breaker. Finally the two weasels riding with me are ready, so we load up in my GMC extended cab. I love my 2019 truck. It is beautiful and big. I call her my Big Bitch or BB when my parents are around. She is red, shiny, and has a spacious back seat. I crank up my music to drown out my two little brothers from talking.