The Firetruck Game Novels & Stories

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

“Sir, please help! There’s a fire behind us! If we don’t start the water truck now, everyone’s in serious danger!” The urgency in her voice jolted the driver awake instantly. He leaned forward, his eyes darting past Karina to the chaos outside. Through the window, he spotted the girl thrashing wildly in Wilfred’s grip. Nearby, a small flame had ignited in a gasoline puddle, its edges already crawling and spreading rapidly toward them. Thick smoke began to rise, choking the air. The driver’s face went pale, but years of professional experience kicked in. Without a word, he shoved Karina aside gently, sliding into the driver’s seat. His hands moved swiftly over the controls, his feet slamming

"All gone. Even an old car that was parked near the building." My feet go cold. "Old car? Was it a Nissan Altima?" He nods. "Yep, Nissan Altima. Got crushed when the fire trucks finally did show up. They had to drag it away. Poor thing's in pieces." He clears his throat and looks at me. "Oh, no, that was your car, wasn't it?" I'm white as a sheet. It feels like my throat's filled with fire ants. I want to cry, throw up, scream, all of the above. "Yep," I manage.

“Then fuck me like you used to.” Kael growled low in his throat, and the button on Riven’s jeans popped open under his fingers. But then the barge in the door interrupted them. It was loud and urgent. Followed by a man screaming and alarming them… “Fire! There’s a fire!” They pulled apart. Rushed for the door and threw it open. Smoke was already rising through the trees. Black and thick. Kael’s breath caught. “That’s your house.” ***** The firetruck came late….too late..

"Firing high-caliber rounds in an enclosed concrete bay filled with gas fumes will rupture the fuel lines or ignite the lower garage. If this truck's tires blow or the engine stalls in the fire, we're trapped." She didn't wait for Miller to debate her logic. Reaching into the heavy canvas duffel sitting between their seats—the emergency cash vault Zaid had packed for physical trades—she grabbed four thick, rubber-banded bricks of physical paper currency. In a world where digital cards were useless plastic and checks were paper trash, hard physical cash was the ultimate blood supply of the streets. Betony rolled down the small, armored firing slot on the passenger window just three inches. "M

The party featured everything truck related decorations, games, a cake shaped like a fire truck, and the highlight: a real fire truck that Seraphine had arranged to visit. When the fire truck arrived, James lost his mind with excitement. “REAL TRUCK! MAMA GOT REAL TRUCK!” The firefighters were patient, letting children climb in the truck, try on helmets, learn about firefighting equipment. James was in heaven, asking endless questions and touching everything he was allowed to touch. “Best birthday EVER!” he declared, wearing a firefighter helmet too large for his head. “James LOVE trucks SO MUCH!” During cake time, they sang happy birthday while James beamed, holding up three fingers. “James

I think I finally have him. Then the truck straightens again, and of course it does. He’s always been good at slipping out of my hands. Gunfire erupts almost immediately, and it's not from our side. Bullets slam into the side of Antonio’s truck, the sound is deafening inside the cab. Trent shouts something behind me, but I don’t catch the words. I pull my gun up and brace myself against the dashboard, leaning out just enough to fire back through the shattered window. “Stay on him,” I bark at Antonio. “Stay on him!”

“I don’t even wanna think about that, he whispered back and continued aloud… let’s just leave her behind and go ahead with the game” They all left her behind like she insisted, Bruno was the last person to leave the area because he wanted to make sure that she was in good situation before joining others. Now, they would have to play the game in singles instead of pairing in twos. “You guys already know the rules of the game, we will spin a bottle, whoever gets spotted by the angle of spin will be the one to seek whereas, the rest hides”, Bruno instructed. “Please, let’s not go too far to avoid one missing”, Ella advised.

If his car was moved from the way, there would be no one between us and them as our other car was lacking behind. Another scream left my mouth as they hit his car with a force that it strayed from the road, rolling over. An immediate fire caught at the back. "No, Tim!" "Sofia! Listen to me carefully!" Adrian turned my head to him. His voice was serious and urgent. "Keep your hands on your seatbelt and when I say 'Now', untie them, understand?" "What are you gonna do?" My tone trembled. "They are closing in on us." He shook his head, and turned to me, holding my gaze. "Do you trust me?"

Raven asked "It can't be as horrible as...." "The game is called 'Try and set Rin's tail on fire' and it is played exactly how it is called" He cut in. Oh shit. Raven chuckled "You give that girl so much authority over you. You should just be firm and tell her you don't want to play what she wants" Rin frowned, folding his arms "And then she begins to cry and your Father has my head, okay" "Awwww" Raven said, grabbing his cheeks and pulling it "Cute"