Novel & Cerita Legendary Mechanic

For five years, I believed my husband was a mechanic—until the day that belief shattered. On a luxury yacht, I saw him standing there with our son and my best friend, the three of them together like a picture-perfect family. That was when I learned he was the heir to a mafia family. My best friend was his fiancée. And my son called her Mom. I thought that was the worst betrayal I'd ever know. I was wrong. My best friend faked my son's kidnapping, forced me to my knees in a warehouse, and sprayed chemicals on my right hand, trying to destroy the hand I used to design. I left, burning with hatred, and boarded a flight to Milan. When we crossed paths again, my ex-husband begged for forgiveness,

Theo said, "Back then, your father had left the car at the auto repair shop for maintenance, but the mechanic there tampered with the tires. When your father was driving to buy supper for your mother, the car had a big explosion." "Not long after, the mechanic disappeared without a trace, but our people managed to locate his current whereabouts using hacking techniques. After the incident, he had already fled abroad, squandering all the money from his employer. Now, he is living in poverty and destitution. Our people showed him a little kindness, and he started talking." Theo paused for a moment and said, "The person who hired him to harm your father back then was Kyler's father." Thea could

I LET THE MECHANIC RUIN ME WITH A FUCK MACHINE 1 I would have never imagined my morning would end with my legs spread wide, wrists chained to the ceiling, and a thick mechanical dildo slamming into my ass while the fifty something year-old mechanic who owned the garage watched with a hungry grin. My name is Williamson. At twenty-six I’m one of the most recognizable faces on international news networks — wealthy, polished, always in control. I drive a custom matte-black Aston Martin that I treat like a child. That car is my baby. So when some idiot in an SUV clipped my rear fender while I was speeding toward the studio for the 7 AM broadcast, I lost it. I couldn’t wait until after the show. I

"For your sake? Who do you think you are? When I dropped by your shop to repair two watches, two of the internal mechanisms went missing. I don't care if you want to run a luxury goods business, but you should focus on fulfilling my requests first and foremost, no? "Not only did you waste my time, but you also damaged my watches. And yet you're still trying to get me to contract your services? Are you joking with me right now?" Terence elbowed Rebecca, causing the latter to nearly jump out of her skin. A wobbly smile stretched across her lips as she explained, "There are professionals who specialize in repairing watches. Unfortunately, our business doesn't—"

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Not nearly as hard as I need. So I found other sources. My mechanic for one. He's a big guy. Tall. Built. The kind of man who looks like he could throw you around and you'd thank him for it. He's been my husband's mechanic for years. Fixed our cars. Always professional. Always friendly. Until the day I mistakenly saw his package.