Troublesome Trucks Face Novels & Stories

Benito clasps his hands together, pleading to his boss. “Fuck, Benito! Out of all the trucks, you fucking lost that one! Do you know how much everything that was in there costs, idiot? How did you lose the truck?” What was in the truck; I need to know how you are making money, Petro. I am concerned about how your truck business can make so much money in three months.

Travis said, picking up the keys for the work truck out of the bowl we use as a catch-all for office resources: car keys, business cards, things like that. We descended the stairs together and got into the work truck, a large, charcoal four-seater beast of a truck with four-wheel drive. Travis got into the driver’s seat, and I settled in the passenger seat. When he first started driving the work truck, Travis was a nervous wreck about it. He’d been a long-time lover of sporty coupes and was convinced he’d kill someone with the truck. It took me forcing him to drive the truck whenever we had to go somewhere together for him to get used to it. Now, it was habit to have him drive any time we we

“But he needs probation.” “He?” Max pointed at the truck. “Me or the truck?” “Both.” Zach took the truck from Issa and placed it in the center of the table, right between the two water glasses. “Probation accepted. Until the food comes, the truck parks here. After that, Trouble may hold it again, as long as Trouble does not use his mouth for sabotage.” Max stared at the truck, then me. “What’s sabotage?” “Something you’ve been doing since birth,” I answered.

She shrugged, having the last donut, mind you they were six. "Mr. Adams needs to tell his guests to use Uber's next time." I said clearly nettled by the whole situation. I didn't know this Mr. Adams but I didn't mind walking up to his mansion to give him a piece of my mind. How self centered can he be, he has his whole freaking parking. Like the winters garage can accommodate six cars and I'm pretty sure his was designed the same way and he just has to let his guests park on another man's property, how imprudent!

Silence fell between them—heavy, suffocating. They both knew how bad things could get… if their suspicions turned out to be true. Mr. Harthwore wouldn’t need to lift a finger. His son, Joshua, was more than capable—perhaps even worse. If it came to that, he would make sure the driver from that night was found and punished. “The truck has been involved in multiple incidents,” Adrian said finally. “From the records, most could pass as accidents… but not all.” He leaned forward slightly. “What happened last night? That didn’t feel random.”

But their very countenance showed they didn't “What happened?” They looked at themselves, the tension obvious. “I asked a question.” “It was a collision, sir,” one of them said carefully. “A truck—” “I know what it was,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “I was there.” “How,” I asked slowly, “does a truck that size appear on a secured route without prior notice?” “Well?” “We… don’t have a full explanation yet, sir.” I let out a quiet, humorless breath. Of course they didn’t.

He hopped back into the car and urged his brother, “Let’s turn around!” “Alright!” Gibson’s brother immediately turned the van around and drove back, but as they were driving back in their opposite direction, a fleet of trucks approached them on the other side of the bridge. These trucks were next to each other, menacingly approaching them without room for even a bicycle to pass through. Gibson’s brother stopped the car immediately and exclaimed, “What the hell is going on? Why do I feel that these trucks are intentionally sandwiching us? Have we been exposed?”

But they noticed the bottle that he drank from, so they weren't surprised. They arrived at the stable in no time. Zane took two horses and a bigger carriage and Lucia paid for it again. They moved all of Zane's things to the new carriage and they hopped at the back as Zane controlled the horses. They continue on a road and Zane asks, "where does his path lead to? And where does the other one back there lead to?"

I lean in, kissing my mate and believing him utterly. The day-long train across the south of Moon Valley was bad, but honestly, compared to this truck? I groan as we hit yet another bump and I’m tossed against Luca’s side, hissing as my back again hits a spot on the wall that I know is going to leave a pretty purple bruise. “You all right?” he murmurs, subtly putting an arm around me for support. “I think they planned these stupid transports for big guys,” I say, glaring around at the fabric-covered truck that at least forty of us are shoved into.