Bella Swan Truck Novels & Stories

Jacke's POV I woke up at the crack of dawn, the blue, red, and violet shades always threw me back at their beauty, but I didn't have much time to revel in that as we got a call, from the one and only, Dutch. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty, just thought I'd call in to let you know we've got as many trucks as we've got over here heading for the location you sent me. I also took the liberty of calling your Mate and letting her know that she's got resources heading her way. To be precise, as always: 50 trucks, with 25 people in each, armed to the teeth and ready. Another 25 with no arms, they're only there to do the heavy lifting and get shit moving. These are, of course, our exclusive 30' trucks, an

Men, whether young pups or grizzled Alphas, held no interest for me. Once our tea was finished, Tammy dragged me toward a high-end transport dealership. She suggested a sleek Bonz sedan, but a rugged Rower SUV—the kind built for navigating the Kingdom's frozen mountain passes—caught my eye. "How does this beast look? It seems sturdy enough for the tundra," I asked, pointing to a high-performance sports model. Tammy gestured toward the staggering price tag and smirked. "It’s a masterpiece, provided your hoard is deep enough! It better outrun a blizzard for that price."

The colors light pink and orange-yellow meshed together perfectly in the sky as the sun touched the horizon. I looked at him, he wasn't paying attention to the beautiful scenario presented to us. He was taking things out of the vehicle we came from, which I just noticed was a truck. The truck was a 2019 Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD. I suddenly envy Adrien a bit now. "Hunter!" He yelled my name, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him a little confused on why he called me, and he motioned me to walk towards him. I obliged.

" Come on Bella, by this rate we're both going to be late." He has a point. A very good point. Still, my pride wouldn't let me admit that I did in fact needed his ride if I wanted to survive Mr. Boyd's glare. Narrowing my eyes, I scan my eyes over the black spotless truck that has probably gone to places that were illegal and has seen way too much to consider legal. "Usually guys with dark trucks are the ones many should stay clear of. You know the whole kidnapping thing.....is still a thing you know?"

Not last long, Stev's car drove ahead just as the traffic lights had just changed color. "Are you all right, Bella?" asked Freya back to speeding hers car like the others. Bella was silent for a moment. She couldn't help but think of him right now. Why and how did Stev get to be with Kesha. "It's okay ..." She replied while putting on a face as if she was fine. "It's the chairwoman's boutique." Freya said, pointing with her chin a large building in front of her eyes.

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

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.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, screeching through her cupped hands as Grave Digger was followed by Monster Mutt, another monster truck, though this one was painted neon orange and had the face of a dog on the front. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds as she turned my way and beamed—beamed like I was the sun and moon and stars. The trucker cap on her head was one I purchased at the concession stand. It had a little monster truck on the front and read ‘I eat dirt’ in big, chunky script. Blue Thunder, which had bolts of lightning painted all along its shell, nearly slid sideways as it climbed up another monster truck, creating a stack that had both Anastasia and my obnoxious brother screech

Reluctantly Bella pulled back from Shadow, just enough to see who was interrupting their moment, but when she saw what they had bought with them, a proud smile made her face light up. Onyx had disappeared with Maeve, and Dr Packard followed shortly after, so when Lucy opened the door all the way and pushed the specially made stroller into the small room, there was no noise to mute the unmistakable sounds of cooing and grizzling. Shadow's grey eyes flared, turning a deep grey as his wolf pushed to the surface, the scent of his pups bringing the protective side to the fore, and Bella left his side to gently pick one of the Quins up.