The Legendary Mechanic Wiki Novels & Stories

She appreciated it, but a teensy tiny part of her kind of wanted him to rant and rave, to show vocally and physically how much he cared. I'm such an indecisive ninny. It took a while before they were able to leave the garage. The mechanic's shaking head as he surveyed the damage not exactly an encouraging sign. "I don't know, Naomi," said the grizzled wolf-her dad's brother and favored uncle-who worked as head mechanic. "It might be better to simply buy a new car and write this one off."

He was not as reckless as Caleb, who drove a defensive vehicle like it was a sports car. That man was ruthless and emotionless. “Serves you right for not recognizing your own wife!” Jeremy cursed and then called his mechanic. “Tow my car for modifications. What kind of junk is this? It can’t even beat a regular car.” The mechanic on the other end was baffled by the scolding.

Soon, someone noticed the group of four. A young man, around 20 years old, came over to greet them. "Do you need something repaired?" He looked around and didn't see any cars in need of repairs, feeling confused. Zade quickly responded, following up on his question. "My car's brakes malfunctioned. Could you please help us fix it?" The young man opened their gates, saying, "Bring the car in. Once these cars are repaired, a mechanic will take a look at your car." "Can I have Xavier help me repair it? He's helped me with my car before, and I only trust him," Zade lied casually. Xavier Sadler was the mechanic who used to repair Elizabeth's car.

Surprised, the mechanic looked in my direction, then shook hands with X before the biker started his motorcycle and carefully drove back onto the slick, wet road. Xavier’s Point of View “How did you know she would need my help?” I asked, passing my best friend a beer. “Greg gave her a shit car, even though the Ravenscroft family could have afforded a much better make and model to give Rei. I just had a feeling. The last time we just ‘happened to see’ Rei, I noticed that her car wasn’t in the best shape,” Lillianna shrugged. I loved how my best friend referred to me stalking Rei. I was more than a little obsessed with her for years. To be that close to her tonight and hold back took much more

“What are you doing here?” He turned at the sound of the voice and saw a man in his sixties approaching them. The man stopped when he recognized who he was. “Young Master Kincaid,” he said patiently. “You know who I am?” SJ asked. “Of course, I do,” the man replied with a grin. “I’m part of your family’s race team back in the days. I’m the lead mechanic. How are you, son? It’s good to see you.” SJ remained silent for a while.

"I assure you, I didn't take anything. Is it something of relevance, Miss Rebecca? Would you like me to let Mr. Wright-" "No!" I bark so fast and so loud that it echoes in the garage. I heave a deep breath to calm myself. I'm panicking and I need better control-- "The mechanic where you had this washed, call them." "Okay, but I can assure you they didn't take it. They've been working for Mr. Oliver for years now and he trusts them-"

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

Myra mumbled in her low tone. After a hectic day they decided to come back. Myra asked Arjun for the car key as she liked driving a lot and she wanted to drive a bit. Though she had her licence from Italy, Arjun assured her that nobody would check their car as they are quite influential and famous. Myra drove back home and Maybati was stunned seeing her driving. "This girl is a real gem." Mayabati told her mind. Reaching the palace, Myra went to have a call with Ronan.

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.

The garage sat at the end of a dead-end alley, tucked away from prying eyes and unwanted attention. Tony Morales had been my friend since middle school, and the best mechanic I'd ever met. He could make an engine purr like a kitten or roar like a lion, depending on what you needed. More importantly, he understood the racing scene and never asked questions about why I needed certain modifications. "Paxton!" Tony called out as I walked into the garage. He was bent over my bike, a wrench in one hand and grease streaking his forearms. "Right on time, man. She's almost ready for tonight."