The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

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.

Joshua took out a 1,000 dollar for a tips to the mechanic staff of the automotive car dealer. “Sir this is too much” the mechanic staff said surprisingly. “keep it for you, that was a tip for you, thank you man for repairing my car” Joshua replied to him. “Sir, if anyone you wanted to help about your car, please don’t hesitate to come here, I’m willing to served you in a good service, once again sir, thank you” the mechanic staff bowed his head and he was very thankful for the tips of Joshua. Joshua left and drive his car, the people who look at Joshua’s car was stunned because the Rolls Royce sweptail is rare and so expensive car in the world.

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.

Aaron and Amber were good friends, nothing else. With the overall covered in car oil, leaning over the motor of the red car Aaron had in front of him, he seemed to be really focused on his task. For nothing he was one of the best mechanics in the area. The one many people looked for and preferred to wait for since they said there were a few people who were honest and worked well on their tasks, taking responsibilities how just worthy men would do. “Hey, Aaron, can you toss me the band over there?” Another man said.

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.

“Okay, that’s insane. I mean, what sort of self-respected mechanic would ever agree to make such dangerous alterations to a car?” “Thankfully, Michael managed to find, probably, the one and only mechanic in the region that possesses a strong sense of morality and a heavily guilty conscience,” he remarked. “After our trip to the junkyard, we were directed to Matteo’s Mechanic shop. The guy looked guilty prior to us even asking him any questions.” I couldn’t imagine trying to live with that kind of guilt. But why would this guy have agreed to do something so reckless if he already knew that it was wrong?

I continued to fill out my form. The mechanic... a total bust. Because my day can only get worse. His name is Steve, he’s older than Colton, polite, and sweet. And telling me to my face that the engine problem was bigger than he expected, and that he would need to order parts for it. Which would take two months.