Truck-kun Novels & Stories

You are one pure, innocent soul'. She kept pushing him and his words had no effect on her. All that resonated in her mind was the words of Jungkun. She dragged him to the centre of the road and he tried to get out of her grip. A truck was approaching them and he howled, 'You are Jung Kim Hea who is not able to hurt a fly, Stop, damn it'.

She shrugged, and he grabbed her hand, leading her to the side where an entrance onto the arena floor awaited. A guard stopped them, but Theo’s eyes never left the truck. When it neared, the driver spotted him and waved them in. The gate swung open, and Theo dragged her through, straight to the trucks staged for the next jump. In all its glory stood U Ain’t Lion. The front engine compartment painted like a roaring lion’s mouth, teeth razor-sharp. The cab was saddle-gold, with fur accents and massive glowing eyes encompassing the windshield. The enormous mane surrounding the cab and doors seemed to move when the wind hit as the trucks raced. Kick-ass from the stands.

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

He grinned and winked, straitening himself out a little. “Jack, my dear friend,” Orion smirks, clapping him on the shoulders “See truck F over there,” he points, still clasping Jack's shoulder, to a large moving truck painted with ‘F’ “That truck is full of females, pick one out, then pass the word around, I want my men feeling good for the upcoming battle.” He snickers.

Jack gaped at the anxious werewolf before directing his gaze to the truck and said, "I am okay but this truck isn't okay!" Everyone waited patiently for Jack to explain his point. Jack saw the werewolves and said gravely, "The brake of this truck isn't functioning properly. There's some issue with it! I could have run into an accident because of the brake!" One werewolf said, "What?! The brake isn't working and we are planning to drive this faulty truck?" Blowing out a sigh, he went to Jack and patted his back, "Thanks buddy! It's dangerous to drive this truck!"

Mikhail The back of the holding truck grumbles across the road, shifting and swaying at a nearly hypnotic pace. The Council uses the trucks to transport Council offenders. Sitting across from me on one of the benches is Gadriel. Corbin is driving the vehicle, and Lukan is sitting next to me. I resist the urge to strike out when I see the self-satisfied smirk on Lukan’s face. The bastard is finally getting what he has always wanted─ to get rid of me.

I curse as I watch it from my distance. I have perfect vision. Always had an eagle eye since I was a kid, so I could not have been mistaken. From here, I could see the jet back shine of that giant truck glistening like charcoal under the glow of the streetlights. It doesn't look like a car a man like Alessandro Ferrara would drive. Sure, unlike most trucks, it manages to have a closed boot trunk, but this vehicle easily looks disposable — waste-worthy enough to carry tons and tons... of bodies. And from where I stand, I can clearly make out all those numbers. LZT-421. I am sure I was looking at the right one.

I recognize it as belonging to the Sofrasi and my stomach tightens. “Everyone get into place, they're here,” I say into the microphone threaded around my head. Antonio stops mid-movement. Trent’s hand goes to his weapon. The truck slows, then comes to a stop several meters away from us. No doors open at first. “That’s him,” I say quietly. Antonio swallows. “Are you sure?” “I’ve seen that truck before,” I reply. “More times than I wanted to. Get ready, that's Cross Kryne.”

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own

The repair work proceeded efficiently, and it wasn't long before the car's engine was purring with its characteristic, smooth sound. Juan wiped his hands on a rag and turned to Mace, his eyes seeking approval. "There you go, Mr. Sinclair. Your car should be in perfect working condition now." Mace nodded in acknowledgment. His car was an extension of his persona, and he demanded nothing but the best. His mechanical companion had met his expectations this time, and Mace, despite his cold exterior, showed a hint of satisfaction. After observing Juan's successful repair work on his car, Mace reached into the inner pocket of his finely tailored suit and retrieved a sleek, black American Express c