Truck Kun Gif Novels & Stories

Covering for Jill and Celeste as they went on runs in their Were forms. “How many times did we have to go get Teuf from motor pool?” Gunny asked and the others half laughed, and half groaned. “That damned asshole has a fucking tractor tire as a fucking toy!” Celeste rolled her eyes at the antics of her hell hound. “Heads up,” Jack called. “Movement on the east perimeter.”

All this will be mine. At the same time, a man wearing a black hat with dark sunglasses was waiting at a junction in his truck. A few minutes later, he saw a white G wagon with tinted windows driving through the main road. The license number plate was similar to the one his boss told him about. He chuckled darkly and stepped on the accelerator, speeding forward like the speed of light and before anyone could understand what was happening, he rammed his truck into the G Wagon violently, sending it flying off into the air.

The four red skull gang members hide behind the building awaiting the transport vehicle. But Klaus the crazy but fearless one stood sat on the bonnet of the vehicle and Myung Hee stood beside him. She was quite scared as they'll be the first to be attacked by whoever they wanted to hijack. But where was Gwen... Well, let's see what's Nicklaus's plan... Klaus checked his watch and raised his head. "All Guns on deck ". Klaus said. Soon a truck 🚚 could be seen driving toward the scene, followed by two Porsche vehicles.

"We’re moving." I switch my focus to the body cam feeds. I have four windows open. Max, Saint, Butcher, Kir. Kir’s camera is mounted high on his tactical vest. The angle points down at the heavy steering wheel of the delivery truck. His gloved hands are locked at ten and two. The feed bounces violently as the truck lurches off the paved road and onto the dirt track. "This truck smells like actual shit," Saint mutters over the radio. "It is a livestock feed truck, Saint," Oba replies calmly over the comms.

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.

I hate accidents, but it's a part of the job we have to deal with. The truck has turned in the opposite direction and the back is now facing me, the mass of metal sitting on the driver's side. For a moment I take in what's left of the back windshield and of the tailgate. Something looks damn familiar to me, and that's when I see it. It's Tank's truck. He's the only person I know with a 'lake life' sticker on the back, right next to one that says 'I brake for Auburn fans – so I can talk to them about their life choices'.

The silence that followed the power failure was predatory. I stood in the center of the dark garage, the .45 heavy in my hands. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, aided only by the moonlight filtering through the shattered window. Every shadow seemed to mimick the monsters. Outside, the faint hiss of tires on gravel announced their arrival. I crept to the edge of the large bay door, peering through a rusted crack in the metal. Three black transport trucks, the kind used for hauling livestock or heavy machinery, rolled into the lot. Behind them followed two tactical SUVs with the Aegis Zenith logo embossed on the doors.

Kent half mumbled, half barked at me. “She tried, but I am hard of hearing.” I joked. The truth was, my mother was full of DOs and DON’Ts. I just DON’T listen to her. Gosh, I am funny, I thought. Kent, finding my joke unfunny—well at least the one I told out loud—rolled his eyes and shouted out. “Max!” Maybe a minute passed—if I was being a harsher judge of time, I’ll say maybe two, but no more—before the same dog that had circled me showed up. Now that I’d seen Kent in wolf form, Max just looked like an oversized dog.

I growled. Gunner dropped his hands and there was a new truck sitting there. My mouth dropped. It was a beauty! Newer Chevy 2500 Duramax with a lift kit. He had it custom painted with primary color being black, but then shades of green, purple, and blue were thrown in with specks of white to make it look like the galaxy. I walked all the way around it in awe. “You like it?” He asked finally. “I think I’m in love.” I said still looking around the truck.

Jeremy winked at me as I blushed, and we made our way to his car. More specifically his truck, the gunmetal grey GMC Sierra 1500 crew cab. He had the rims and decals all blacked out. I awed for a moment too long. He opened the passenger door with a huge grin on his face. “You like it?” Nikola asked. “I love trucks, this one is towards the top of the list.” I said gawking at the interior. He closed the door and made his way around the truck while I glanced around. I noticed a duffle bag in the back seat. He made his way out of the parking lot and off campus.