The Legendary Mechanic Novel Full Novels & Stories

He pecked at the combination lock. "That's interesting. I never knew the Reinhardt's had that," Dad said, leaving the box on the desk to come inspect the safe. "There's a few tools in the car-" I held a finger to my lips, interrupting him. Poe was still pecking at the safe, which I'd thought was odd at first, until I heard the rhythm: three, long pause, two, small pause, five, followed by another long pause, then one, small pause six. I turned the dial in the combination Poe had given me. Reaching for the handle, power arched between my fingertip and the safe, like a little red burst of static. The small door popped open as a chill swept over my skin. It'd taken enough Talent from me that I

He was not as reckless as Caleb, who drove a defensive vehicle like it was a sports car. That man was ruthless and emotionless. “Serves you right for not recognizing your own wife!” Jeremy cursed and then called his mechanic. “Tow my car for modifications. What kind of junk is this? It can’t even beat a regular car.” The mechanic on the other end was baffled by the scolding.

“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

He was the Lycan Perla had hit, the impact throwing him into the path of the oncoming truck. The truck driver climbed out, frantic, seeing the mangled body of the man he’d struck, dragged under the wheels. He had no idea what had happened or where the man had come from. The Lycans stayed back, avoiding detection by the human. All that was left was to return and report to Andriel what they’d witnessed.

The sharp, metallic clank of tools echoed through the mechanic shop as Liam stood near a black SUV, his sleeves rolled up and his hands already smeared with grease. Outside, the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lot. Inside, however, the atmosphere was far from calm. “You stole it!” one of the customers, a heavyset man with a red face, barked. His voice filled the room. “Don’t you dare deny it — my alternator was brand new when I brought this car in here. And now it’s gone!”

James asked, walking in with mild surprise as he took a seat beside him. Lucien swallowed, then reached for the coffee. “Sorry if I’m inconveniencing you… I was hungry.” “It’s fine,” James replied, waving it off. Then his tone shifted, a hint of excitement creeping in. “Guess what?” Lucien glanced at him, still chewing. “What?” “That man I was talking to earlier…” Lucien paused. “Who exactly is he?” “He’s a businessman. He just agreed to buy my cars at a really good price.”

He pointed upward. "The ledger is merely the key." --- Ethan followed his gaze. Above the chamber, suspended beneath the domed ceiling, hung an immense mechanical structure. Hundreds of gears. Rotating drums. Optical readers. Miles of wiring added over decades. A machine that had evolved with each generation instead of being replaced. It wasn't modern. It wasn't obsolete. It was both. "What is it?" Dani whispered. Victor answered with unexpected reverence. "The Memory Engine." --- Julian frowned.

Damian’s voice echoed from the mezzanine, followed by the sharp, terrifying crack of gunfire. ​I’m trying! I screamed back, my hands covered in grease as I slammed the brass plate into the housing. It fit with a satisfying, mechanical clack. ​Suddenly, a voice cool, calm, and utterly misplaced drifted from the shadows of the paper racks. ​You always were better at the chemistry than the mechanics, Aara. You get that from your father. The mechanics... those belonged to me. ​I froze. My heart didn't just skip a beat, it felt like it stopped entirely. I turned slowly, my eyes straining in the dark.

"A beautiful save in the garden, Lila. But the child is only half the puzzle. Ask your doting husband what really happened to the mechanic who signed the brake report. Ask him how much money was wired to the man's offshore account the morning after Alex's funeral." My breath caught in my throat. I looked up from the screen, the warmth of Damian’s touch entirely forgotten as a cold, sharp suspicion pierced through my chest. "Damian," I whispered, holding the phone out so he could see the text. "What is this talking about?" Damian read the words, his face instantly losing what little color it had regained. He did not look angry this time. He looked completely trapped. "The mechanic died in a h