Truck-kun Novels & Stories

You just need a new place to stay is all, he said. You'll be alright with Uncle Josh, okay sweetie? he said. Scarlett murmured inaudible cusses in frustration. Her ears pricked at the sound of a truck laggardly bringing itself to a halt by the bus stop. It was a second-hand dark blue Toyota two-seater van. A tall male, with the equally ghost pale skin tone as hers, got out of the car, with a sincere smile and worn-out body language.

It was silent for a long time before the trucker spoke again. “Well, I am headed to Washington State. Is that far enough away from Mr. Stalky?” The trucker said as she took a sip of coffee. “My name is Tori, by the way.” “My name is….”She thought for a moment before answering. She didn’t want to give her real name. She noticed koi fish painted on the ceiling of the cab. “You can call me Koi, and that is where I need to go. I have some people waiting for me there.”

The colors light pink and orange-yellow meshed together perfectly in the sky as the sun touched the horizon. I looked at him, he wasn't paying attention to the beautiful scenario presented to us. He was taking things out of the vehicle we came from, which I just noticed was a truck. The truck was a 2019 Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD. I suddenly envy Adrien a bit now. "Hunter!" He yelled my name, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him a little confused on why he called me, and he motioned me to walk towards him. I obliged.

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.

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.

She can easily pass through the difficult barrier of being Jenna's parents, this group of friends is nothing, but she will also be vigilant because she is careful. Soon it was time for the appointment, but Selina was very leisurely and drove to the meeting. She learned driving skills from Wolfgang. At first, she felt that the car's speed was even slower than a Wolf's. But running on Jenna's Bugatti Chiron completely changed her mind. When Selina arrived at the parking lot, just in time for the appointment, she looked at the number of high-value designer bags and decided to give them away. Jenna's friends arrived even later than Selina; she waited for them for more than twenty minutes and sti

K's getting hit on again by another guy. You've gotta be shitting me.

"I don't drive it often because I'm not a huge fan of not having the wind blowing through my hair, but sometimes it's just too cold to ride the bike." This is news to me, but good news. I wasn't sure he'd fit in my car. But then again, trucks are small. "We'll all be able to fit?" "It's extended cab, enough room for six. We just need to grab Riley's booster." Easy enough to do, I'm a pro at transferring and putting in car seats. "Alright then, let's go." ******* Trick's truck is as sexy as he is. Black, just like the bike, big and hulking, just like him.

He dragged a sheet off a car shape in the far corner. A battered LandCruiser ute squinted back at them—white paint sunburned to cream, snorkel, bull bar, twin antennas. The tray was a plate steel custom; the suspension sat a fraction higher than standard, a quiet promise. Behind the seats a slim rack held a shorty pump shotgun and a road atlas with greasy fingerprints on the Brisbane page. “You kept her,” Jack said. “She kept me,” Bruno replied, popping the bonnet. The engine bay was a love letter: clean, black hoses, upgraded radiator, dual battery system with heavy cabling. He pulled a magnetized tray onto the guard and started swapping out a serpentine belt like a bartender refreshing ice