Wooden Troublesome Truck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then he reminded himself that the blade's magic hadn't done such a great job of warning him last time. My Hand Truck & I was Rhychard's moving truck company. Most jobs he was able to do on his own, which worked out great for his wallet, but occasionally, he needed help. Today was one of those days, so he swung by and picked up Trace Wheeler, who had actually landed the job for Rhychard. It was only fair to include Trace since he found the work for them, although Rhychard could have used all the money himself. Kree hadn't been joking when he said the cupboards were bare.

Ethan rang the sirens along with the police, all vehicles were immediately parting the streets. Bob was an excellent driver, I could only look at my Aria and shed tears. And then the worst happened, after driving for a while… we saw a huge truck carrying wooden logs was parked in front blocking the road. I thought Ethan would stop, I tried to search my GPS for an alternative route, but there was nothing. Ethan pressed a unique button on his bike, then a larger truck began to push the truck that blocked the road. I had never seen such a machine before in my life.

I shrugged and trudged up the stairs. After I was ready for work, I headed out to the truck. It was a big, black, 1998 lifted Chevy Silverado, with a crew cab. It had huge spotlights on the top of the truck. It made it easier to drive in the dark. River had this truck since he was fifteen. He did a lot of work on it. I didn't blame him for not getting rid of it. ***

I saw the guy do it two times now. When I went to the back of the truck, the truck was darker than I thought it would be. It smells funny too. It smells like stinky trash, like when the trash people didn’t pick up Grandma Lucy’s trash cans for two weeks. Mommy says they were going on strike, whatever that means. It smelled really bad. That’s what it smells like in the back of the truck, and it is so dark, it’s hard to see. I’m not a big baby, though. I can do it. I’m not afraid.

Reynolds explained. Levi looked up ahead and there then to the right where the Patch opened, and he could see there were two shacks opposite to each other he drove slowly and the motor of the truck broke free from the Bush, and it lifted a little off the ground as it went over a shallow gully and landed in a clearing. Logan’s head hit the top of the cab anterior as the truck came back to the earth. “Damn, what are you doing?” Logan screamed. “ Just hold tight brother.”

Almost immediately, the surrounding area went very dark and quiet, apart from the croaking and chirping of various animals. Two huge trailers drove menacingly, approaching from a distance. The driver at the front was listening to soft music, his guard down. Looking ahead, the road was clear, so he pushed on. Suddenly, a car appeared in front of him. Truck drivers of the Bronze Orchid were trained for years before they were allowed on the road in the organization's name. One of the trainings entailed running over any potential threats in their way. Their trucks were specifically built to ram any type of car off the road and soldier on unharmed.

I never expected Shanine, a young woman who looked so innocent and naive, would turn out to be such hussy. Unable to contain myself, my loose shorts once again bulged up stiffly. Even a middle-aged man like me blushed at her teasing. Seeing my reaction, Shanine's excitement only grew. Out of the blue, she reached out and grabbed at my groin. "Mr. Turner, what good stuff did you hide in here? Why is it so bulgy, hm?" At her touch, I immediately felt a strong sensation run through my entire body. A wave of pleasure washed over me, overwhelming my mind.

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!"

“But he needs probation.” “He?” Max pointed at the truck. “Me or the truck?” “Both.” Zach took the truck from Issa and placed it in the center of the table, right between the two water glasses. “Probation accepted. Until the food comes, the truck parks here. After that, Trouble may hold it again, as long as Trouble does not use his mouth for sabotage.” Max stared at the truck, then me. “What’s sabotage?” “Something you’ve been doing since birth,” I answered.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there was an accident on that bend. You can see for yourself." As if he didn't believe his driver's words, Richard turned towards the back of his car. He could see several vehicles forced to stop causing traffic jams, while a truck stopped in the middle of the road. He saw two men with solid build lifting several wooden crates, which seemed to be the contents of the truck's cargo. "You reckless people," he grumbled. "Don't they have brains? Work is supposed to use the brain! Try if they use their brains just a little; nothing like that will happen. Huh!"