The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

He's standing at the boot now looking over at me and I'm incredibly uncomfortable. "I… I'm not sure." Everything I say seems to be sounding like a question and I have no idea why, but the guy nods and goes back to circling it. Suddenly I'm not sure if I locked it, but I feel like if I do now, it'll look like I'm doing it because I don't trust him. Which I don't, but I don't want him to know that. "Reg mate, get 'ere and look at this." He shouts and I flinch, then he's looking at me again. "My buddy Reg is a mechanic, he'll love seeing a car like this."

Her vulnerability still tugged at the edges of his thoughts, an unwelcome presence in his usually detached demeanor. The mechanic's skilled hands worked with precision, addressing the issue that had caused the car to break down earlier. Mace watched him with a critical eye, ensuring that the repairs were performed to his high standards. Despite his cold exterior, Mace had a reputation for being meticulous when it came to his possessions, and his car was no exception. The night air was filled with the soft hum of the mechanic's tools and the occasional muffled curses as he encountered a stubborn bolt or a recalcitrant component. The repair work proceeded efficiently, and it wasn't long before

I know the old saying that if you have to hide, then you’re probably doing something wrong, but I’m not sure I could stop this even if I wanted to. She’s like a drug. One taste and I’m addicted. Parking the truck outside my workshop, I lock it and then head inside, trying to psych myself up for the day’s work ahead. I never really wanted to be a mechanic. It was more just a way to spend quality time with my father, since cars were his thing. Nothing I did was ever good enough for him, but stupid me, I kept trying eventually, I fell in love with fixing cars. Throwing my keys and wallet in my office, I slide my phone from my pocket and find a text waiting for me from Regina. My volume must be

The thick, viscous silver liquid sealed inside the chamber looked dense and heavy, shimmering like liquid moonlight trapped in glass. "Roll up your sleeve, girl," the old man commanded. His deep voice carried no trace of pity, but it lacked any sense of malice either. He wasn't a savior or a villain; he was simply a clinical mechanic fixing a severely broken machine. "Your father always swore to me that you were the strongest structural piece of this entire puzzle. Let us see if he was right about your code."

(Thomas) I was driving over to the car mechanic. I had given him Lydia’s car a couple of weeks ago and he had called me today and told me that it was ready. “What’s wrong with it?” I had asked him when I handed it in, “The fuel tank light went on barely thirty minutes into the drive. It made no sense at all. We had gas.” The mechanic, Gustav, an old friend of mine, had leaned in and said, “Have you made any enemies recently, Mr. Lombardi?”

His actions inspired respect and awe amongst his staff but only he knew that he had let his real emotions percolate and hide in the deep recesses of his heart. "We will not hesitate to kill you too, along with the baby if you let our Audrey know that this demon was born alive or if she, as much as, breathes the same air as you within a hundred miles radius," the powerful tycoon and the father of his beloved had sworn. Tyler Blaydes. The man who ruled the business world. For a moment, Dmitri let his emotions get the best of him. For a moment, he was filled with rage at the words of her father resonating continuously in his mind.

CHAPTER 14 Madam Roselyn smiled back “ So tell me, how were you able to know so much about this car? You know it's a new model and was released just a few weeks ago.. Only a mechanic specialized in such cars can repair it. How come you were able to repair so quickly with ease? Are you a mechanic? ” Madam Roselyn asked Ryan Ryan shook his head in the negative. “ Well, I'm not a mechanic. But I'm learning to he one ” Ryan replied

I scratch that thought as soon as it comes. “Beatle” I blurted the first thing that came to mine. He turns to me in question. “Can you give me the contact of the auto mechanic that has Beatle?” At his quizzing look I add “So I can get my car back.” He keeps walking so I follow behind him. “It baffles me that your father allowed you drive that death trap for so long” “I already told you, Beatle isn’t a death trap, if anything she’s very reliable, we understand each other.”

Pulling out his phone, he punched in a number. “Yeah, it’s me. Tow the car in—yeah, now. It needs a tune-up,” he snapped. “Got smoked by a man driving a reinforced vault on wheels. Unreal.” The poor mechanic on the other end got an earful, and not a single word of context. ---

countered stranger two " Oh love, are you sure you are in this city cause believe me apart from the crimes against him, a lot of people are saying it was actually his brother that was working behind the scenes and he just took credit for it because he was older" Added stranger three ...strangers because this were people who had no business being in this memorial, they were just here to witness the wonderful show organized by my uncle "I guess we will never know, I pity the daughter" came stranger two again " Why though, you think she was not in on it all this while, after all her father was grooming her to be his successor...you can't trust rich people" snickered stranger three,