Blinking Check Engine Light And Car Shaking Novels & Stories

The long-haired beauty yelled in shock. As soon as her violent temper flared up, she raised her hands, wanting to hit him. Beep! Beep! Suddenly, the Lamborghini’s four lights, which had been silent for over a month, flashed brightly. Then, almost instantly, the engine came to life with a low rumble. The doors unclicked and opened upwards. The car seemed to be glowing extremely brightly, its body letting out a sheen under the bright sunlight.

My gut was tight, and the sense of foreboding grew as I got further along the road. Halfway home, my dashboard lights began flashing wildly like some twisted warning. The engine light came on, blazing in a blinding orange, just as a thin wisp of smoke rose from the hood. It looked light at first, almost like steam, but then it grew thicker, curling up fast, as the engine rattled and sputtered, loud and threatening. The entire front of the car shook as the rattling intensified, screaming something was wrong. But this road was dangerous at night, and my car servicing knowledge was nothing.

Something felt… off. He adjusted the steering slightly. The response was sluggish. The dashboard lights flickered faintly. The brakes felt tighter than usual. The more he drove, the more the car resisted his control. He slowed down immediately and pulled over to the side of the road. Anabel turned to him with a concerned look. “Why did you stop?” Desmond’s eyes scanned the dashboard. “Something is wrong. I think… someone might be hacking the car.” He said, and Bella blinked. “Hacking? How is that even possible?”

It was honestly a miracle that she still had it and she knew she needed a new car, but never had the funds to buy one. She felt she was going to owe Vince another favor soon if this car continued to have problems. She may still need to get a new car. She quickly pulled out of the parking lot, her windshield wipers fighting furiously against the never-ending rain. She started on her twenty-minute drive, making sure to focus on where the road was. Ten minutes into the drive, Brooklyn heard a loud ‘bang’ from the hood of her car. She cringed from the sound and pulled over as the check engine light popped on immediately after.

Doors open to fluorescent lighting and concrete. I step out. Don't look back. But my hands shake when I grip my steering wheel. The leather is cold under my palms. I check the rearview mirror before starting the engine—a habit, an excuse, a need to see. He's still standing there in the red emergency lighting, watching me. His hand has dropped to his side, but he hasn't moved. Adrian hasn't looked away. His face holds hope and resignation tangled together. I force myself to start the car. Put it in drive. The engine purrs to life.

“Try starting it now.” Ezra obeyed. The car roared to life instantly. His mouth dropped. “What was wrong with it?” “Just a vacuum leak.” Ezra blinked. “Vacuum… what?” She chuckled. “There was a tiny split in the main vacuum line near the intake manifold. Must’ve expanded with heat and caused an air-fuel mixture imbalance. When that happens, your mass air flow sensor gets confused, and the engine won’t start.”

“Chunk” “Ker-chunk” “Rattle” Sitting there at the light in this little town called Mound Bayou in Mississippi, the Jeep decides to stop after making quite a bit of noise. When the rattling and shaking finally stops, the engine shuts off and I notice the engine light goes on when I check to see what’s wrong. “Great!” I exclaim before I slam my fist against the steering wheel.

The ground beneath the vehicle began to vibrate, and the mist seemed to thicken even further. Vex's vehicle stopped. I stopped behind it, my heart pounding in my chest. Kael turned to look at me, his earlier anger forgotten. "What is wrong? Why did you stop?" I did not answer him. I turned the key in the ignition, and the engine made a weak, sputtering sound before falling silent. I tried again. Nothing. The dashboard lights flickered and died, and the vehicle went dark.

I said, trying to keep my voice steady. His hand shot to the center console. Yanked the lever. Nothing. "It's not responding either." His knuckles went white on the steering wheel. "Something's wrong. Something's very wrong." Highway traffic blurred past. Other cars swerved to avoid us as we flew by. Eighty. Eighty-five. Ninety. My hands flew to my belly. The baby kicked frantically, sensing my terror. "Calloway—" "I'm trying to—" He cut himself off. Jaw clenched. Eyes darting between the road and the dashboard. "The engine. I can't shut it off. Nothing's responding."

Her mind raced with a million questions and no answers. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to hold back another wave of tears. That was when she noticed something wasn't right. The car was making a strange whirring noise and vibrating underneath her. She pushed down on the brake but nothing happened. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized the brakes had completely failed.