Truk Mama Muda Novels & Stories

TARDINESS was one of the negative traits that don't exist in his vocabulary. Nevertheless, Ira Miguel had to break his rule because of the annoying traffic jam. He could've requested his driver to give them a ride because the latter had better knowledge of shortcuts, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Sukrru needed to prepare for his daughter's eighteenth birthday celebration tonight. So off they go.

A TRIVIAL COMPETITION "Mama, I'm fine! I wanna go in now, pleaseeee!" The 5-year old whines loudly. He keeps prying his mother's fingers from his hair as he huffs. "Okay. Okay," His mother chuckles softly, "Did you pack your monster trucks, my handsome?" Charles pouts, his knees bouncing impatiently, "Yes Mama! Russ and his family is in my bag pack, can I go in now?"

I nursed my bleeding lips as I drove home. "Bastard," I kept cursing Malcolm. My lips were bleeding, my elbow was hurting from the fall. I gripped my steering wheel tightly. "I'll deal with you for this!" I screamed. Getting home, I sped into the compound, almost knocking the housekeeper to the floor. "Son, what happened to you?" My mum asked on seeing me. She ran over to me. "I'm okay, Mum," I yelled. "Shit," I cursed inwardly. She wasn't supposed to see me in this state.

“ And thankfully her dream came true; she married you, '' Eunice responded in a mocking tone and everyone burst into laughter making the poor man lower his head. “He must have taken after me because I also don't like it.” I replied. “Oh, I see. Actually have three in this house, and they are Poocco, Loocco, Moocco. They’re mom's favorite pets, and she can kill anyone if you mess with them,” Kira leaned in, whispering to me. “Ahh, I see.” I watched as Eunice attended to Jael and also caressed the monkey, and my fury grew more. I wish I could storm there and rip the darn monkey into pieces.

She walked past a floating piece of the truck’s fuel tank and she watched as the truck’s fuel tank breezed past her shoulder. Every piece of the armored truck floated through the air around Amy and her child. Pieces of the truck’s tires, its hydrogen fuel cell, its diesel hybrid motor, and its exhaust system floated past Amy like flaming feathers drifting through a sea of fire. Omar wanted to ask his mom how she was doing this, but the little boy couldn’t talk. He could only watch as the flames rolled off his mother’s bare arms.

In seconds, their bulky baggage of three suitcases were in the trunk of the car. "You wanna have lunch first?" I put on a pleased look, dismissing my increasing heart rate while keeping quiet about ignoring the speed limit for most of the drive. "I'll cook something nice. I missed your kitchen," Mamma said. As she stood next to my Pappa Stefano's stiff 5'10" build, my Mamma Eleana stepped forward and smiled wider. The small lines around her dark, almond-shaped eyes multiplied. "Is Mykaela home?" "Yes." I pressed my lips together and glanced away. "Why?"

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.