The Legendary Mechanic Novel Full Novels & Stories

“I have no idea what happened. I was just driving, and then it suddenly stopped.” The man nodded sympathetically, his expression softening as he surveyed the car. “Let me take a look.”, he offered, stepping forward to examine the engine. Enora watched anxiously as he tinkered with the car, his movements confident and assured. Despite the stressful situation, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of reassurance in his presence, as if everything would be okay as long as he was there.

The words hit me like a physical blow and the restaurant seemed to tilt. "What are you talking about?" My voice came out strangled. "Your parents' car accident fifteen years ago. The brake failure was ruled a mechanical error." Victor's smile was cruel now. "Richard knew it wasn't mechanical failure. He knew someone tampered with the brakes because your father was about to expose corporate fraud at Thompson Enterprises." "That's a lie." But my chest was tight because Richard had always acted strangely when my parents were mentioned.

“Funny. Have you ever seen a Ducati Streetfighter V4?” Cocking my head to the side, I moved over to the window. “You mean that?” Pointing out the window, the strange hot man walked over and looked out. “Yeah, that’s mine. What did you need?” I was proud of that bike. I had bought it myself, without my dad’s money. It was all black with neon pink accents. “I have moved back in town and am looking for a routine mechanic. My bike needs a tuneup for now.” That little bit of information as well as his being an obvious ranking wolf, sent off warning bells. “What is your name?”

His jaw ticked, eyes dark and unreadable. “Close doesn’t matter,” he said lowly. “Alive does.” He squeezed her hand assuringly and she swallowed hard against the lump rising in her throat. She wanted to argue, to say something about how insane this life around him was, but she never got the chance. He could feel her body shaking in fright. But the danger wasn’t over yet. From the shadows of the roadside, engines roared. Three black SUVs materialized like beasts from the dark, tires screaming as they boxed the Maybach in.

I gave him a pleading look. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, miss. We don’t work that way.” A car screeched to a halt behind us, and I turned to check. It was the tattooed killer and his black Jeep Grand Cherokee! How had I forgotten him? Strangely, the mechanic smiled at him. “What’s up, bro?” “Just dropping by to meet Joe. Is he in?” “Yes.” They hugged, and I groaned, turning to trudge back to my car. Maybe I would look for another auto repair shop.

"I'm going to read it." --- The System objects. --- "Noted." I open the manual. The characters inside are in the same ancient script as the cover. I can read about sixty percent of it — the rest is in a dialect that's shifted too far from anything modern. But sixty percent is enough to understand the core principle.

Then he rubbed the head of his massive cock — now fully out of his jeans — up and down Jake’s crack, spreading the spit and grease. The mechanic’s dick was enormous. Thick as Jake’s wrist, heavily veined, with a fat, flared head already shiny with precum. Heavy balls hung low and sweaty beneath it. Diesel slapped the heavy length against Jake’s ass a few times, the meaty sound echoing in the garage.

I LET THE MECHANIC RUIN ME WITH A FUCK MACHINE 1 I would have never imagined my morning would end with my legs spread wide, wrists chained to the ceiling, and a thick mechanical dildo slamming into my ass while the fifty something year-old mechanic who owned the garage watched with a hungry grin.

The old mechanic, a silver-haired wolf with grease permanently staining his fingertips, takes one look at the motorcycles and whistles. "Morning." "It's evening," Cassian corrects. "Not in my shop." The old man shrugs. "Time behaves differently around broken engines." I cannot help but roll my eyes as he tries to give his words of wisdom. He inspects the bikes, grunts twice, then announces, "Need parts. Roads are flooded. Earliest I can finish is tomorrow." I sigh, and Cassian nods. The mechanic scratches his beard. "Got one room upstairs." He looks between us with complete innocence. "Worn couch. Small bed. Roof doesn't leak unless the wind changes direction."

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