The Legendary Mechanic Wiki Novels & Stories

For five years, I believed my husband was a mechanic—until the day that belief shattered. On a luxury yacht, I saw him standing there with our son and my best friend, the three of them together like a picture-perfect family. That was when I learned he was the heir to a mafia family. My best friend was his fiancée. And my son called her Mom. I thought that was the worst betrayal I'd ever know. I was wrong. My best friend faked my son's kidnapping, forced me to my knees in a warehouse, and sprayed chemicals on my right hand, trying to destroy the hand I used to design. I left, burning with hatred, and boarded a flight to Milan. When we crossed paths again, my ex-husband begged for forgiveness,

Theo said, "Back then, your father had left the car at the auto repair shop for maintenance, but the mechanic there tampered with the tires. When your father was driving to buy supper for your mother, the car had a big explosion." "Not long after, the mechanic disappeared without a trace, but our people managed to locate his current whereabouts using hacking techniques. After the incident, he had already fled abroad, squandering all the money from his employer. Now, he is living in poverty and destitution. Our people showed him a little kindness, and he started talking." Theo paused for a moment and said, "The person who hired him to harm your father back then was Kyler's father." Thea could

This was one of the moments Eallric wished his Peugeot 404 was with him - and not in the slothful hands of his mechanic whom Eallric could bet wasn't half done with his vehicle. Withheld anger swept through him at the thought for he was not being as mobile as he wanted because of his lazy repairman, then, sequences of memories in quick successions played in his subconscious and the source of his anger gradually shifted from his machinist to the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute on Bart Row.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

“Guilty. I’m an aircraft mechanic. Old habits die hard.” Lucas could see the knowledge shining in her words and recognised he was in the presence of an expert. Nodding in approval, he smiled. "It's not often I meet someone with your expertise. Truly inspiring." He chuckled. “I figured. The way you checked the tread depth—textbook. You fly in with the delegation?”

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. ---

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.

I smiled faintly and replied, "I'll pass." It wasn't because I still held a grudge. It was just that after settling everything, I suddenly realized that Elena, the lawyer, who had been working nonstop for four years, deserved a break. I merely thought that the legend of the undefeated lawyer could end with this trial in Ravenport. I had just reached the underground parking lot after taking one last look at the law firm when three black SUVs pulled up in front of me simultaneously. It was then that the car doors opened, and a middle-aged man in sunglasses stepped out. His suit sleeves rode up to reveal half a tattoo, the emblem of the Romano Famiglia in Vallenzia. "There's someone who wishes

replied Howard. "Actually it is, to them. They revere machines, the more complicated the machine the more revered the contraption is. They will do anything to maintain it and keep it in working order. They will risk their lives to prevent others from desecrating them. On another note, if you insult the Mechanicus gravely enough they turn you into servitors. Mindless automatons. A word of warning." "Noted" Both the Colonel and Commander gave each other meaningful looks as if to say: 'this will be interesting'.

“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.”