Wreck-gar Tfa Novels & Stories

McLaren added after a beat. “Who else will be there?” “A hitman.” “And who might that be? Will I meet him?” “No. His identity remains strictly confidential.” The driver eventually cut the engine in an underground garage, two levels beneath a nondescript warehouse. Built entirely of stark concrete, the space was illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights and hung heavy with the distinct, acrid scent of gun oil and spent gunpowder.

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.

And Lyn was pissed. "Oh hi Deserie, how are you?" Lyn asked sarcastically. Deserie was the daughter of the women who let Bryce and her move their trailer in her backyard. After Bryce got the truck taken they were not able to just park it for a couple days on the side of a street and move it as they needed to. They had gotten the tiny trailer impounded not thar long ago, it cost Lyn almost all her savings to get it out after she had spent six days in a motel. It wasn't registered, the truth was Bryce had stole it. However she was about to lie to the innocently yard and dry that she was building it from scratch so it wouldn't have a serial number to it. They either felt bad for her or they did

The thought of waking up with the worst case of sunburn looking like a donut from a local store made me decide it wasn't worth risking it at all. I turned on my side letting my ass enjoy a little breeze and that's when I saw it. The bag was struggling with a wave trying to decide whether to stay or return to the open sea. I rushed on my feet and sprinted towards it making a frantic dive. I grabbed it pushing it to the safety of my enormous tits. Only after I was certain it was safe in my clutches did I get up and move to see the contents. The black bag must have come from the wreck. It looked expensive and yet simple. The type of bag you'd take for a 3day trip on a stupid cruise celebrating

Hence, she approached me with red-rimmed eyes. In the next second, she finally let go of her usual pride and arrogance and dropped to one knee before me. Fishing out a velvet box from her bag, she opened it to reveal the intricate watch inside. "Caleb…" she began in a quavering voice, "please help Aaron and me. As long as you step forward and say that the recording was just an AI edit, and that the car accident was just that, an accident, then I'll send you overseas to receive treatment for your leg."

Even the night air hummed with the promise of evil. But also something…thrilling. I grabbed a bottle of water, a bag of chips and a candy bar, and headed to the counter. The few patrons inside the gas station watched me with something vile and oily in their gazes. “I know the garage is closed, but is there any way to get a towtruck out to get my car?” “No,” the cashier said in a bland tone, the older woman smelling of stale cigarettes and looking like she just wanted to go home. “When does the garage open?”

They were policemen. One of them, a tall man with captain stripes on his sleeves stepped towards me. "Are you Nora Ann Gilbert?" He asked coldly. "Yes," I answered hesitantly. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "You are under arrest for the unauthorized breach and theft of proprietary data from GoldTech Corporation." "What?!" I cried, stumbling back. "No—wait?!" The room erupted. Mum screamed. "You can't be serious! Get your hands off my daughter!"