The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

Tyrell said. “And you, Alpha Tyrell? Where do your loyalties lie?” I dared to ask. He stared at me for a long, silent moment before he sighed. “My loyalties lie with my mate and my people. You know the last thing I would do is put my people in danger. I wouldn’t have them caught by a bounty hunter, not even her father. And I’m sure she doesn’t want that either.” “And let’s say it does happen. I mean, from what I’ve gathered so far, it seemed to have happened already. Her father has caught one of us. Maybe even more,” I accused.

People came forward to congratulate me, to shake my hand. Marcus, one of the senior mechanics from Lucian's garage, grinned at me. "About time you got your own place, boss. We've been waiting for this." He muttered. We have always gotten along with him.. Unlike other mechanics who once thought Lucian hired me at his garage because I was his whore, he believed in me and my skills. "You're going to work here?" I asked, shocked then turned to look at Lucian who gave me an indulging smile. "Hell yeah," he said. "Best mechanics in the city, working for the best boss. It's a no-brainer."

Ethan glanced at his phone, looking at it as if it didn’t belong to him. Fifty billion dollars. He didn’t know if the number meant anything anymore. It felt too big to be real considering the life he had led until now. A life of humiliation. A life of silence. “This must be some kind of a prank.” He murmured. But even as he said it, he looked down at the scar on his arm. It felt heavy, real and uncomfortable. A car engine suddenly cut through the air. He looked up. A black sedan was parked near the end of the street. His phone vibrated again. Unknown number. But he already knew who it was. He picked up. “Victor”, he inquired.

After all, enough of his lie was true that it would not be found out. The sound of a car turning up his gravel driveway did not put Elias at ease. The butler opened the front door with a deep bow as the master of the house sat in the drawing-room, drinking a cup of black tea mixed with enough laudanum to knock out an elephant. “Elias, my old friend!” a booming voice called from the doorway.

The Ghost! It was the legend of the underground circuit. The lethal silver-and-black machine once ridden by Skye, the legendary racer who had dominated the racing tracks across Westmere before vanishing four years ago. That bike had crossed blood-stained finish lines, undefeated, untouchable, and unmatched. Ever since Skye retired, the Ghost had become nothing more than a myth spoken of in whispered trade deals across Redgrave Territory. Brianna had never imagined the legendary machine was actually sitting in my private collection.

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

Very soon, with Christmas around the corner, her biggest surprise awaited. When the car pulled up in front of the shop, I exhaled once, steadying myself. The sign above the bay door read Joaquín Hernández Mecánica, sun-faded but proud. Sparks flew from inside as a mechanic welded something. The smell of oil, metal, and old engines filled the air. I stepped out. Demetria’s father turned at the sound of the SUV door closing. Older, strong build, grey in his beard, grease on his hands. His gaze sharpened when he recognised me.

He was determined to face his fears head on, stand up for himself and move on from everything that has happened. The public already saw him as a gigolo but it wasn’t too late to redeem his image. The mechanic slowly stood up from where he was bent over the car and turned to them where they stood. “The brake was tampered with, it’s extremely loose, it would have been a miracle if the brakes actually responded to you, “ The mechanic finally said confirming Jayden fears. He just knew who did it, he was very sure about who did it, because it all made sense! Charis had every reason to try and end his life.

He certainly knows his way around my car. He rolls up his sleeves. Like his jeans, his shirt is faded but looks soft and clean. The tattoos on his hands extend all the way up his muscular forearms. I can’t quite make out the details in the dim light, but I see there’s a smudge of black grease on his other arm. Mechanic, I decide. I eye the tattoos. Hopefully not a mechanic that belongs to a motorcycle gang. Or organized crime. After capping the gas can, he stands to his full height. Much taller than me.