Superman Mechanic Novels & Stories

💦Under the Hood 💦 “God, please tell me you can fix it today.” I stood in the garage bay of the auto shop, arms crossed under my breasts, wearing a tight white tank top and tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass. My car was smoking earlier, and I was desperate. The mechanic who walked out from under a lifted truck wiped his hands on a rag and looked me up and down slowly. Damn. He was tall, muscular, covered in grease and tattoos, with strong forearms and a dirty white tank top that clung to his broad chest. His name tag read Mark.

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

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."

Sam could not speak or move. "Quickly,put her here. We need to stop the bleeding. Lay him somewhere to rest. He has been injected with a neuromuscular drug to make him paralyzed. Quin, take this and do your thing (referring to the robot)." ****************** I had been worried about Sam, I tried sleeping but I couldn't. When I heard Koyala's voice, I quickly dashed out of the room I was in to go confirm if my cousin was alright. I was stopped midway by Kran, he said Sam needed some rest and that I needed not to worry about him. I had particularly had a liking for Maya. She was the kind of woman I would have wanted so much to marry, only that she was three eyed, was short and had longer ears.

“As long as you do exactly as I say, there will be no trace. But remember our agreement—a hundred thousand up front, another hundred thousand after the job is done. And I'm out of this town for good.” “Of course.” Victor took out a thick envelope containing cash. “Half now. The rest when the job is done.” The mechanic counted the money quickly, then nodded with satisfaction. "Their car is due for service next week at my garage. I'll install this device during the routine checkup. No one will suspect a thing.“ ”Good.“ Victor nervously sipped his whiskey. ”And you're sure... this will work?“ ”Trust me. When they hit the brakes while driving on those mountain roads...“ The mechanic made a falli

I said as I opened the van in front of me. "You really outdid yourself on this," I said to Ted. He closed the laptop in front of him and looked at me. His eyes were black, with running codes inside them. He blinked twice, and his eyes returned back to their normal light gray. "It was just a few adjustments," he said. "Thank you." "You should make us some armor," Miguel said, sitting in front of me. "Imagine what it would be like. Me in a mech suit." "You already have super strength. You can leap 100 feet in the air. What do you need a mech suit for?"

The man promised to come out as soon as he could and Susan was so grateful. She came to a halt as she turned and almost bumped into the man leaning on the wall behind her, his arms folded across his chest, his expression gently mocking. “Excuse me,” she bit out, pointedly moving past him to an area where she had told the mechanic she would be waiting for him. “I can see how you would have to talk to your car before attempting to drive it.” Leo folded his length down into the chair opposite hers. “You have a decided lack of respect for their delicate engineering!”

“Yes Sir, and there is nothing wrong with them” “Then why, it stops?” the supervisor is losing patient. “Call the mechanic, don’t waste time” he added When the mechanic, arrived, he checked the machine, he found nothing is wrong with it, but just the same, he did also make it work. He was also puzzled with this development. One by one the other machine, in the area stops, like the first one, they cannot find anything wrong with it, but they cannot make them work. “What is happening to us here?” Are there dwarfs or enchanters doing these all?”

The side, caved in as if crushed by a giant. But I didn’t just see mangled steel. I saw her body being thrown. Her head hitting. The scream she couldn’t give. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply. Then I turned to the mechanic. "I want a full report. Now." The man, in a greasy jumpsuit and gloves, nodded and grabbed a clipboard. "We’re almost done, Mr. Salvatore." I looked at Paolo, who understood immediately. He took two steps forward, staring down the mechanic.

"If only we had a shot put or something… You'd be able to throw with the force of a bomb." My mom didn't refuse and started picking up stones herself. Deciding it was safer to avoid the highway for fear of retaliation from the group, we decided to get off the highway. After walking a few kilometers, Ashton suddenly took my mom's hand with a serious expression and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Olson. I lied to you. I'm not an ordinary person. I'm also a mutant, and my ability involves having an alternate space."