Bella Swan Truck Novels & Stories

She inhaled deeply, let out a relaxed breath, and just as she put her teacup to her lips, a loud crash forced her to jump and dribble her beverage down the front of her dress. “Bloody hell!” she shouted. Renfield dashed back around the corner of the house. Up from her chair and out onto her front walk, Mrs. Belfry craned her neck over the gate in her broken-down picket fence to look down the street at the source of the ruckus. There, in front of the small market where the town turned for fresh fruits, vegetables and other groceries, was parked a rather large, ugly truck with dented fenders and a flatbed surrounded by makeshift walls made of slabs of plywood. The cab was painted an off-putti

RAFAELLE POV I slam the truck shut after dumping Bella’s unconscious body on the metal. My eyes scan the area carefully for cameras before pulling off my mask, I slide into the front seat, starting the drive to the warehouse. A few minutes pass by and we end up at the warehouse, the smell of cement and chemicals filtering into my nose. My phone rings in my pocket, and I pull it out filled with adrenaline. “Grace, what??” I yell driving the truck directly into the warehouse and shutting it close aggressively

Through the narrow gap between the slats, a flicker of white fur caught her attention. Her heart lurched. Snowball. “Follow that truck,” she ordered quickly, her tone steady but her pulse racing. The driver nodded and turned the wheel sharply, the car gliding onto the same route, trailing the vehicle that carried Serena’s beloved wolf farther and farther down the mist-lined road.

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.

I said. Barnett grinned. “I’m pretty sure he won’t mind. Come on, let’s make sure that you have everything, and I’ll show you there now.” •* * Barnett drove the truck with the U-Haul, and I followed him in my 2023 Corolla Hybrid. We got there by 10, and by midnight, we had finished unpacking the U-Haul. “So, do you want to open these things and get started?” Barnett asked, motioning towards the boxes and bags we had just brought inside.

I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat. Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the fastest werewolf engine. I strap on the seatbelt, which seems like a very pathetic defense against the speed and power of this car. I see Bess give an amused look out of the corner of my eye.