Novel & Cerita Take For A Ride On My Big Green Tractor

My stomach churned with nerves I tried to keep in check. Then Mr. Matthias’s pickup truck rolled up the dirt path toward us, the low rumble of the engine snapping me out of my thoughts. I straightened instinctively, wiping my palms on my jeans again. “You two ready?” Mr. Matthias asked, poking his head out the window. “Yes, sir,” I answered quickly, not giving myself time to hesitate. Justice gave a silent nod. Mr. Matthias waved us in, and we climbed into the truck. The ride to the farms was quiet, save for the creaking of the old truck and the occasional crunch of gravel beneath the tires. I stared out the window, watching the fields blur past.

"Sir, do you want me to take the wheel for some time?" "I'm fine, Ms Green. Thank you." "Why are we even driving when we could just board a plane?" "Because I have to stop at two spots before we reach Traverse city." "Oh." By the time we entered the road to Grand Rapids, sleep decided to greet me once more, and I'd have given into it if not for the truck approaching us in full speed. I sat up straight in alarm, but Mr Kingston changed the lane, giving me the relieves. However, my relaxation didn't last long for the vehicle seemed hellbent on sending us to coffins as its enormous tires winded to us.

"Forget about him. He'll be driving, and we'll be in the back doing our thing. If that's not exciting enough for you, I'll tell him to pull over so he can join in…" "What are you talking about?" I hissed, covering his mouth. Truckers—especially the long-haul guys—had a habit of talking dirty to pass the time, but I couldn't believe he was saying such things about me. I was mortified. Yet, despite the shame, the image Dylan planted in my mind began to take root. Two strong men, one in front, one behind… I pressed my hands against my burning cheeks, forcing the thoughts away, and hurried to finish packing.

“Mr. Zelhar, are they… here to learn to drive too?” “They’re not here to learn how to drive. They’re here… to have some fun with you.” When he finished speaking, the two boys eagerly dragged me into the car.

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.

CLAIR I fidgeted with my fingers as I stood beside my truck, the one Uncle Theodore gave me. It was an old rusty-colored beat-up Wrangler truck, and I had been driving it since I was sixteen. Aaron volunteered to pick me up from the nearest train station, but I refused to leave my truck. I could have driven myself to the territory if I only knew the way to get there. But with the territory being surrounded by massive forests and mountains, the GPS was not working perfectly in that area, so that left me with no other option but to have Aaron pick me up and follow his car.

"My parents acted like that because they didn't want the baby! Risa's a wreck, and she cries every day because of what you did. I'm telling you right now, if anything happens to her, I'll make you pay." He grabbed my wrist, squeezing painfully. "Get up. You're going to kneel and apologize to her." I struggled as hard as I could. "No!" But he yanked hard, and I went sprawling to the floor. The stitches from my recent surgery felt like they tore open again. Pain shot through me like a blade. "Elmer, let go! My stitches tore open!" He didn't loosen his grip at all.