Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

"Well I guess you'll be waiting for quite some time. Because as it is, my mechanic is on his way." 𝓪 "𝓶𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵.....𝔂𝓮𝓽" "Move." He waved me away and I quickly shifted to a side.

Only the heaviest 1-star mechs could shrug off the damage caused by the sudden collision. Remembering that he had to go home for dinner, the boy eventually called it a day. With a couple more wins than losses in his record, the potentate felt that buying the Fantasia 2R-E was one of the best decisions in his life. Before he logged off, he added the designer in his address book. Oblivious to the potentate, Ves looked at his System's notification with a puzzled expression. "The mission finished that quickly? I can't believe there's someone stupid enough to buy the mech I put on sale."

In less than two seconds, his massive, scarred hand shot forward, grabbing the mechanic by his shirt collar and slamming him violently against the side of the red truck. THUD. The heavy truck shook from the force. The mechanic screamed in pain, dropping the wrench as Gideon’s iron fingers tightened around his throat, lifting his feet completely off the concrete ground. "Who paid you to touch this truck?" Gideon asked coldly. His simple English was flat and sharp. "I... I don't know what you are talking about!" the mechanic choked out, gasping desperately for air. "I was just fixing the oil! I swear!" Gideon did not waste time arguing. He reached down with his free hand and picked up the shar

the detective asked. "I didn't think much of it." The mechanic scratched his chin. "Then about an hour later..." He frowned, trying to remember. "...a smaller car left." "What kind of car?" "I don't know." "Who was driving?" "A woman." The detective showed him Marissa's photograph. "Was it her?" The mechanic studied it carefully before shaking his head. "I can't be certain." "What do you remember?" "She wore sunglasses." "And a cap." He pointed towards the photograph.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

… Early the next morning, I headed downstairs to the underground parking lot. Construction debris was piled waist-high in my parking space, including broken bricks, chunks of concrete, and renovation waste. The pink Rolls-Royce Phantom was covered in a thick layer of brick dust, and several fresh scratches were clearly visible across the paint. Just then, rain started pouring down. I took off my blazer, rolled up my sleeves, and cleared the bricks and rubble alone in the pouring rain. Dexter sat beneath the awning at the parking lot entrance, legs crossed, smoking and laughing loudly with his coworker. "See that? That's what happens when people don't listen. Can you believe she called the co

he said. The mechanic arrived twenty minutes later in a dark sedan and he crouched beneath the car with a flashlight and tools while Sloane stood beside Damon the whole time. The mechanic rolled back eventually and pulled himself upright. “Well,” he muttered. “Someone cut the line clean. You should probably call the police.” “We will,” Damon said. The man nodded and walked back toward his car. Sloane stared at the damaged vehicle then, she looked at Damon who had been staring at her. “Someone just tried to kill you.“

Beside it sat Sean’s Porsche GT3, a beast of a machine that mirrored its owner’s aggressive confidence. Matt, our lead mechanic, was hunched over the engine bay of the Porsche, his hands grease-stained as he made the final adjustments. He was a man of few words, but his precision was legendary. He moved with a surgical focus, tightening a bolt here, adjusting a valve there, ensuring that every single component was tuned to perfection. Coal stood between us, his arms crossed, looking more like a general than a strategist. He glanced at the clock and then at us.

“You’d really want to come here every day? Hear tools screeching, oil burning, men swearing at rusted bolts?” “If it means being near you?” I said softly. “Yeah. I do.” His jaw flexed. “Jesus, you’re impossible.” “Is that a yes?” He stepped closer. “It’s a maybe.” “A strong maybe?” He leaned in, lips brushing mine. “Don’t push it,” he murmured. “I just did.” He kissed me. And I kissed him back. A door creaked. “AHEM.” We broke apart instantly. A grinning mechanic who looked like he was in his thirties leaned in with a greasy rag over one shoulder.

asked a shop assistant politely. “I'm actually looking for small objects like this, are there any higher grade?” asked Xiao Long while pointing at a block of small objects. “Ah, sorry, that is the highest tier we have at the moment. If you want it, you can wait for a week or you can just go to the Blacksmith directly. But if you go to the Blacksmith, you will have to bring materials and also pay a Blacksmith a fairly high price. So I suggest waiting for our stock to be replenished” The shop assistant said with a smile.