The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

His eyes flickered towards Levy before he turned to look at Ryan who pulled out two fifty dollars bills and handed them to the mechanic, “ Now can we go?” He knew that this cheap old man was trying to rip them off but there was nothing that they could do, the rest of the mechanics' shops were all closed and this one was the only one which was open. The middle-aged man looked at the crisp dollar bills and then nodded before he pushed himself off the ground and then picked up his toolbox before he walked over to the entrance of the garage before he stated with a jolly voice, “ You are lucky, I was going to close the shop after dealing with that car. If you were fifteen minutes late then you wo

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him with a suspicious frown, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “Do you perhaps think the mechanic that worked your car and those bastards are working together?” He asked, wearing a malicious look. “Send me the mechanic’s details. I think it’s time I paid him a little visit.’ I looked away and sighed, worry plastering on my face. “I don’t think. Diesel isn’t that type of person.”

Asher felt a surge of pride so sharp it nearly hurt. Snake blinked, stunned. “How the hell do you know that?” “My dad was a mechanic before he decided to be a ghost,” Lila said with a shrug, tossing the cigarette back at him. “I grew up under a chassis. Now, are we going to stand around measuring dicks, or am I going to get a tour of this dump?”

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

"Excuse me mister, I'm paying you for your job. Do I look like someone who'll wait for something?" The mechanic stood up from where he was lying beneath the car. And that was when she saw him. A dark skinned guy with strong jaw, a sharp pointed nose with beard and sideburns. His hair, even though dirty, was dark and curly. How could a mechanic be that cute? She wondered. "I'm sorry, if you think you're too big to wait then feel free to leave. I can't leave the work of the customer that first you just because of your work, okay?".

his friend asked. ​"He's at the auto shop. That's where he works—he's a mechanic. And he can make supercars and rockets!" ​"Rockets?" the friend replied, chuckling softly over the line. "Mechanics don't make rockets. You're lying." ​"I am not, I swear!" Caleb insisted defensively. "My dad can make rockets, boats, and supercars! My dad once helped NASA make a spaceship!" ​"That is the biggest lie!" his friend jeered. "Where is this auto shop anyway? They don't make spaceships there—they only fix cars."

“He wasn’t going to talk, Lys. And even if he did, everything that came out of his mouth would have been a lie. It’s better this way.” I turned to the mechanic who stood there watching the whole scene, his eyes wide with terror and he stepped back as I pointed at the dead body. “See that?” I told him, my voice deadly cold and hard. “That's what happens to anyone who tries to screw me or my brother over.” The mechanic swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his hands shaking visibly. “I-I didn’t mean any harm, honest.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “I don’t care. You tried to set us up.”

He seems hesitant, perhaps because he's confessing to his boss that he has access to this type of person. I don't give a fucking shit. -"And…" I encourage. -"Did any of them recognize the car?" I continue asking. -"Yeah, a crooked mechanic from California. Los Angeles, to be specific. Denney Cooper recognized the plate, and admitted to having it made for some strange guy. Almost six feet tall, dark hair, military build, and an unmistakable tattoo. Something about a bow and arrow on his arm." I listen carefully and take in the man's features. It's certainly not Jack, but some son of a bitch of an acquaintance.

His cock was still buried inside her. The stranger spoke again. Slower this time. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, man.” The mechanic finally looked over. “You need something fixed?” he asked. A pause. “Yeah. Starter’s fucked.” “You can wait.” A beat of silence. Then the man stepped further into the room. His voice was lower now. Curious. “You do this kind of work often?” The mechanic smirked. Thrusted harder into Marley, making her cry out. “Only when they ask for it.”

the attorney began solemnly, “is the key to the Callahan legacy. With it, you now hold access to everything your father left behind—his treasures, his wisdom, and the secrets only he trusted his heir to uncover. Congratulations, Elena Callahan.” The weight of the moment hit Elena like a wave. Her fingers trembled as she accepted the key, its cool metal resting against her palm. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the tiny object that symbolized years of struggle, heartbreak, and determination. She clutched it tightly, feeling an overwhelming connection to the father she had barely known. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “Thank you. I…I’ll honor his legacy. I promise.” The room erupted i