Incredible Hulk Scooter Novels & Stories

The huge guy suddenly became aggressive, taking menacing steps closer to me. When Rachael came into my mind, I had liked the idea of meeting with the so called boss. But then, the useless retarded bastard, who bore a strikingly resemblance to Hulk was trying to threaten me. He was way uglier than Hulk. He was seven feet tall, muscular with hefty beefy biceps and extremely dark skinned, like a tar.

she screamed at the top of her lungs before opening the door of her car with full force. *Screech!* Evina's previously flushed face turned pallid white when she realized what just happened. The edge of her door just damaged the car that was parked beside hers. To her horror, it was not just an ordinary automobile. It was a luxury car! “What the heck is this car doing on this side of the parking lot anyway?” she said, feeling baffled while scratching her head, “Did I just become Incredible Hulk?” Trying to make sure to herself that she was not in a dream, she drew near the car until her face was just a few inches away from it. Then she touched the scratch that her car had drafted.

"Huh?" Tyger glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Frederick was actually close to him. Then, he looked at his speedometer, it was already at 80 miles per hour. How could this be possible?! How could the electric scooter possibly reach 80 miles per hour? Frederick was really talented. He just randomly connected some wires, and the electric scooter could now go up to 80 miles per hour already! The people watching the live stream via drone from the foot of the mountain also noticed something unusual.

"Have some fun. It's a party." "Thank you, sir." Gerry smiled and eased up. Scott spotted a bar ahead. No point doing this sober. He moved toward it, but before he could order, he heard a loud crash. Scott turned toward the noise. Chaos. Debris. Damaged cars. Wait. Is that— Scott's face morphed into a wide grin. The crashed cars were Horizon's latest designs. The H-10 and H-10i. The ones he'd just signed off for production a month ago.

He had become comfortable with calling Don Vandolf as his papa. "Hulyo, didn't you know that we are riding an INKAS Armored Cadillac Escalade ESV?" Don Vandolf asked. "I-Inkas what is it, Set?" Hulyo whispered. Set laughed. "The SUV we're riding in is bulletproof, Hulyo. It's not just an ordinary car," he said.

Pim whispered, ducking behind a stack of shipping crates. "Mother’s armored SUV?" Chalida shook her head. "No. That’s a tracker on wheels. We take the bike. The old courier scout bike near the maintenance bay." They sprinted across the concrete, their boots echoing in the void. Pim spotted the bike—a rugged, gas-powered frame, mercifully immune to the digital purge they had just unleashed. She kicked it into gear. The engine sputtered, then roared to life, a primal, mechanical sound in the stillness.

Then, they went to Fullberry Manor together. Andrius glanced at the scooter and rode on it. “Uh... Are you planning on following me back while riding on that?” Halle’s pretty face was filled with consternation, not knowing what to say. “What’s wrong with this?” Andrius said confidently, “It’s convenient, cheap, and environmentally friendly. It’s perfect!” “But...” Halle said awkwardly, “I don’t know how to ride one of these.” “Then, what should we do?”

She didn’t think her friends would favour something so extraordinarily strange and wanted to find something that would be more suitable. She wasn’t exactly sure of what she wanted but she came across even more options. Hover scooters would work but they were ever so thin and did have that slight side effect of random spontaneous combustion. Then there were the hover disks but they were also out of production due to the constant spinning and difficulty with control.

I asked her what’s up but she straight up ignored me while putting on her helmet. Uhm, okay? Man, what the f*ck is these days? It’s been weird sh*ts and I am f*cking seeing things. I really need to cut some coffee outta my body if I want to reduce the sh*ts I see. These days are really bizarre for me. We continued to drive until I got home with them and surprisingly enough, there is a motorbike parked just inside the gates. It is a Kawasaki Ninja h2r.

I desperately clung to Hudson for dear life. “Hudson!” I cried out, my nails digging into his jacket. “Relax! I’ve got this! I use to do motocross in high school.” Oh, crap. Is that supposed to calm me down? Despite Hudson’s proud motocross background, the rogues weren’t very impressed. In fact, they weren’t giving him much room to maneuver. One of them pulled alongside us, a hulking figure on a matte-black bike. He sneered at me, his eyes glowing faintly yellow in the moonlight.