Truck-kun Novels & Stories

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'.

When she returned to her room, she buried her head in the blanket and cried her heart out. … The next day, Zuko arrived on the street again to make deliveries. He drove the truck steadily without turning on the air conditioning. Even with the windows rolled down, the outside breeze was not enough to make him feel cool. His mediocre-quality T-shirt was slightly damp with sweat. After parking the truck, he reached for the tumbler he carried with him and gulped down some room-temperature water—this kind of large-capacity plastic tumbler was probably a standard accessory for every truck driver.

"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.

My parents got me a new truck to drive to school with, they told me that we were still going to go to the ‘Human’ High school for Junior year, that the new high school we built doesn’t have enough teachers or staff yet to officially open it, hopefully senior year we can transfer there. The truck my parents got me was a 2024 Ford F-250 King Ranch 4 by 4. It has a black to purple hypershift color, with neon purple accents, it has a 12 inch lift kit with all terrain tires and is bulletproof but you can’t tell. The truck is also a 6.7 liter V8 Powerstroke turbo diesel, with LED lights. It has a light bar on the roof and one on the ‘bully bar’, along with a winch attached to the grill. The purpl

A taste of copper and char filled my mouth. “That’s one,” Truck One casually said, like we were counting reps at the gym. “We’ll see how many you can do before we get bored.” Truck Two draped a towel over my face, just enough for my breath to heat it. He smoothed it with uncanny deliberate care. “Don’t fight it too much. You pass out fast if you panic. Less fun for everyone.” “Guess I’ll try to keep the entertainment value up,” I rasped. “Do that.” I recognised the voice as Truck One, just before he tipped the jug.

Liv didn't understand how someone thought it was acceptable to torture a majestic animal for a few bucks. Her head popped up at the sound of an engine. Praying it was Brodi and not the poachers, she moved her weapons within easy reach as she waited for the vehicle to come into view. Before the truck had even fully stopped, she recognized Finn as he leapt from the front passenger seat. Brodi's large frame was only seconds behind. The wolf whined and tried to sit up. Liv threw up a hand. "Wait! Don't run at us! You'll scare her."

Enzo encircles my waist and pulls me into his embrace, “Do you want me to walk around with a mask? I will gladly do that for you, kitten” “I just want to go home” I tell him, “I have lost the ethusisam to tour the city” I see a slight frown appear on his face, “are you being serious right now?” “Hmmm” “Okay…. His voice trails off when my eyes immediately light up at rhe sight of an ice cream truck coming through. “Can I have an ice cream?” I ask and hubby’s forehead creases into a confused expression. “You are not a fan of ice cream, babe”

They want me, but they know I am a heart breaker. Finally the two weasels riding with me are ready, so we load up in my GMC extended cab. I love my 2019 truck. It is beautiful and big. I call her my Big Bitch or BB when my parents are around. She is red, shiny, and has a spacious back seat. I crank up my music to drown out my two little brothers from talking.

with a kick that was violent, the wet cat shrieked and then ran away. Adulf Cain saw an old truck beside Damaris's Taurus---and speaking of trucks-- it'd Been a tough one. Adulf saw an old truck parked beside Damaris's Taurus. it was the kind of truck that nobody drove anymore. this one was larger than a full sized pick up, alright, no bigger , Adulf decided,and way older. too old to move, but it does. a glob of blue light drifted lazily about the snap together garage tiles that belonged to Adulfs home. the man pulled out of the gloom, he came from the garbage truck.

It was amazing. “Hello!” Came a voice from behind him, making Rex flinch being caught by surprise. He was dressed in a white robe with a purple open chested shirt, showing broad shoulders and muscled physique. “Hello, I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m sorry to hear about your father. He was a great mentor of mine. How have you, your house, and Pack been doing?” Rex asked. “It’s been a rough transition, but I have an interesting crew behind me.” Tristan chuckled. Rex only nodded in response.