Troublesome Trucks Face Novels & Stories

Now they were in the middle of a huge problem, out here in the public, they had nowhere to run, the truck slows down and suddenly comes to a stop in the middle of the road. Geri is pissed of and so is Edward and Lupita, they were freaking out, not knowing what to do. They knew the driver was the cause of all this but they could do nothing, killing him could only make it worse and they choose to do nothing to him.

Being game I turned to interstate driving and did a hard apprenticeship on the Hume. Highway 31 was tough on trucks and tough on drivers. I went through two Chev trucks in ten years but even that was like your grandfather's axe. I replaced motors, gearboxes, diffs, springs etc but it was still the same truck. The only reason I had to get the second truck was I rolled the first one when I hit a cow in the middle of the night twenty-five miles from Tarcutta.

There was a large blanket on me. My body was still weak, but I could hear people talk. Sam was sitting in the shotgun seat talking to the driver. “This batch of goods is a little troublesome. I can’t move it in one go. So, I came here.” “It’s okay. We got fifteen this time. I’m sure our boss will be satisfied.” A sigh escaped Sam. “Yeah, we won’t know if the same thing will happen again next time.” “Many people know that there has been something wrong with Northern Utril. So they have become vigilant. It’s hard…” the driver tried to comfort Sam.

“The issue is with the vehicles. There have been a lot of problems, and repairs are still ongoing. There are limited trucks to meet the high demand.” “I suggest we partner with other drivers that are not under our company for the meantime,” Lovia chimed in. “The customers don't understand the problem we're facing and they keep filing complaints. Our rating will fall if this continues.” “There's a disadvantage to this,” Xavier, the operations manager, clearly disagreed with the idea. “We'll have little control of our goods and the drivers. Our drivers are well trained and are bound under contract. How can we be sure that we won't have cases of theft?”

Brake failure. My eyes slowly lifted toward him “Do you think this was intentional?” He leaned back slightly. “There is a strong possibility that the brake system was tampered with.” A cold chill ran down my spine immediately. “Even the truck involved raises suspicion,” he continued seriously. “It entered the wrong route entirely.” “And both drivers are dead,” he added. “So questioning them is impossible.” “Is Donald's driver dead too?” All this while, I was only bothered about my brother's death, no one else mattered.

Blake roared in anger. Thankfully, the volume was reduced, so Amanda could not hear a thing. "Alright dad, I'll be there with you in a bit. I'm making sure Amanda's safe. Yeah, bye" Colton stiffened his jaw. "Everything okay?" Amanda asked as she saw Colton's countenance changed. "Um. Yeah. We have a shipment default. Two trucks were attacked and burglarized. Drivers were shot dead. I have to be in the company now." Colton said as he packed his things to leave hurriedly.

THE RIDE got a little bumpy going up to the town because the truck was pretty old. It jumped every time it ran on an uneven road. Yric with his friends held tightly to the side of the truck as they all sat on its back not to get hurt. His hands had gone numb. The street would be quiet if not only for the rumbling sound of the truck. There wasn't a single soul walking outside.

And they *definitely* didn’t come with the boy—no, the man—I’d seen in those photos. Grainy, half-smiling images sent to my mom. Photos that looked harmless, ordinary. Suggesting normalcy. But photos lie. People lie. And sometimes lies wear a perfectly carved smile. When the car finally slowed, tires hissing through puddles, I lifted my head enough to glimpse the silhouette rising in front of me. Not a house. A mansion. Sleek stone. Towering windows that glowed faintly like watchful eyes. A driveway so long it vanished into shadows behind us.

I observed, more to myself than to Zahir. “Desperate animals are the most dangerous.” “They’re also the most predictable.” The truck appeared out of nowhere. The gigantic headlights appeared at the top of the next rise, blinding like two suns rising in the darkness. The horn echoed in the night, a deep and threatening sound, announcing the approach of tons of metal and speed. The sedan driver hesitated. The hesitation was enough. In the attempt to avoid the truck — me, the embankment, or everything at once — the thug turned the wheel too hard.

But before I could speak, she quickly cut me off. "Forget it. What's done is done. There's nothing else I can say now. Did you both use protection? No next time, okay?" Shanine reluctantly got up and slowly walked up to Kerrigan like a frightened kitten. "Mom, Mr. Turner didn't do it on purpose." Kerrigan shot her a glare before leading her home. I walked them out of the house, then saw Carl staring with Kerrigan's leaving figure with a forlorn look on his face.