Truck-kun Novels & Stories

Hunter muttered. Rasmus jumped at the truck as he stumbled on the front. He saw a human guy in the driving seat. With a low snarl, he slammed his paws on the windscreen before it crashed. The driver turned the steering wheel completely as the truck screeched and headed into the woods. Before it could crash Rasmus sunk his teeth in that man's shoulder, yanking him out before jumping off the truck as it crashed and then there was a huge blast as the golden hue of fire covered the whole place.

But then he saw it. A bright red plastic truck. It gleamed under the sun like a beacon of toddler supremacy. It had big wheels, a detachable dumper, and stickers of cartoon flames on the sides. Compared to the other sandbox toys, it was the Lamborghini of playthings. And it was currently being driven—more like slobbered on—by a chubby boy with cookie crumbs on his shirt and a mean look in his eyes. His name? Kenta. Known as the “King of the Sandbox.”

He smiled, thinking they still had some time since the other cars were still far away trying not to hit anymore tree stumps. He was about to climb back inside the truck, when he saw two ninjas climb up on top of his uncle’s truck and began heading his way. He was shocked when he saw the ninjas jumping and flying in the air like you see on movies, jumping from truck to truck. Kain knew he had to kill them before they got too close to him. So he aimed his gun at them and fired two shots back to back. They dodged those bullets easily, but what they didn't expect was for him to have another gun, that he fired two more shots. A bullet landed between one of the ninja's eyes, but the second bullet

She started her engine and took the time to breath out before heading in the direction for home. The next day Kenji had gone to a food truck emporium. He spent most of his day walking around looking at the different sizes, styles, and features of trucks. There were too many to choose from. A salesman managed to get him steered in the right direction. Towards the back of the lot with the thirty foot long trucks he seen the one that practically called to him. He went inside to inspect the truck. It may not have given him the same feeling it did when he was neat a roller coaster but it was a close second.

“Hey there, welcome to our humble abode. I’m Roberto, the beta of this pack. I’ll be your guide for today.” The driver grunted and got out of the truck. He looked around with a disdainful expression, as if he was disgusted by the sight of the forest. “Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you. I’m Hank, the head technician of Wolf Tech. We’re here to install some cameras and sensors in your backwoods. Where do you want us to start?”

Because the guy who proposed me was like an idol for the girls, and when I rejected him, they all thought I had an attitude problem. Since then Kavin has made it his life promise to never let me close to other guys. I know he is sweet but sometimes it’s too tiring. I hoped inside the truck. The truck was rusted and old, it wasn’t even working when we first used it. My brother took a whole week to fix and remodel it. He is obsessed with vehicles and engines, sometimes he talks about the models and power of some cars that I just can’t seem to comprehend as my knowledge about them is very bad.

He looked at one of the guys. "Miguel, give him the plate number for the truck," William instructed him. "When I saw her running and a truck pulled on the shoulder, I had my pack check out the truck. It was a 2009 Ford F-150 super cab and," he looked at the image on Miguel's phone. "It had a Tennessee tag." He showed it to Aaron.

I said. "Y'all a long way from New York." Adam said, pointing at the plates on the truck. "Yeah. We're on a cross country road trip." Damian responded. "That's awesome. You have the perfect truck for it too. Is that a 90s model," Adam asked, pointing to the truck. "No. It's an 85, completely refurbished." Damian said. "Damn man. I would love to have one of these." Adam said. "I see y'all are sleeping in the back of the truck," Susan said to me.

We load my baby with our stuff. Yes, I call my truck my baby. It's a Dodge Ram 2500 fully loaded, with a 6.7L turbo diesel. I got it with a lift kit fully loaded in Hydro blue. She is my baby and will be until I find my mate. I have a twin, Luca. Neither of us has found our mate yet. It is not from a lack of trying. "We don't have all day, bro; now hurry up, "I hear Luca from the passenger side of the truck. I throw my stuff on the back and jump in the driver's seat. No one drives baby but me.

“Nah. I have my truck since Cord took the boys home.” “Good enough. See you.” Carolyn hefted the box and disappeared out the side door. At AJ’s 350 Cummins turbo diesel Chevy, Keely said, “Need a boost getting into your monster truck, el preggo?” “No. But you can bet your butt I’ll let my handsome hubby give me a hand to help me down.” Knowing Cord, that hand would go straight up his wife’s skirt. Those two still acted like randy teens.