You Me Gas Station Novels & Stories

They then distract him with some games,he agrees to get in the car and they drive off. Lucinda wakes up early in the morning to go to work,the manager would always complain about late employees.She manages to get there in time and finds the manager on the Entrance already making people hurry and go to their positions.Good morning sir,Lucinda says to the manager morning how are you?the manager replied.Everyone to your position we have to open for the customers he said.All the employees rush to their positions ,now its 8 customers start getting in for shopping Lucinda hasn't sat down yet she is up and down .Where is Lucinda ,the manager ask another till operator who was already on her till rea

Burning rubber, I stare at her in the rearview mirror and vow to hunt her down before she takes another living person's soul from them. When my gas tank is almost empty, I pull into this darkly lit, old station just outside of Memphis and decide that it will be safe to grab some gas and a cup of coffee before driving the rest of the way to the hotel. When I say it's darkly lit, I mean it is so dark out that I can't see barely anything in front of me. Looking at my watch, I notice that it is 3 a.m. and I am surprised the gas station is even open. When I walk inside, the older gentleman gives me a nod and says, "How are you doing this evening?"

"Why is everything complicated?" "Because you ran into Canada." I glare at him. "I regret nothing." "You will." I spin around sharply. "Come on then. Let's exchange your foreign criminal currency." The gas station smells like burnt coffee, gasoline, and old fryer grease. A couple of old men in trucker caps glance up when we walk in before immediately going back to their coffee like they've seen stranger things. Honestly, fair. I march toward the counter looking personally offended by the entire town. Aiden handles the exchange calmly while I lean across the counter.

I started walking towards it, hoping it was the way out. As I got closer, I realized it was a small, run-down gas station. I wasn’t sure if it was open, but I decided to try my luck. I pushed open the door, and the bell jingled above me. The place was dark and dusty, and it smelled like old cigarettes. There was a counter in the front, and behind it was an old man staring at me. He was balding, and his skin was leathery.

Delilah's calling my name, but I ignore her. The sun's setting and my body quakes as I speed towards their location. Now, in the parking lot, the gas station is closed until tomorrow. Driving like a bat out of hell, I peel in front of my lakehouse, rush inside, and lock myself down in its bunker. Before changing, I chain myself to a cement pillar and wait until morning. I arrive at Dean's station before it opens. Expecting to see Zelma, I enter, but it's her baby sister at the register.

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Then I got into my car. “Theodore! , where are you going!.” Hernando yelled after me. “You heard him, they stopped at the gas station... I will get them and I will make them pay for laying a finger on Aria.” I snarled and drove off. Hernando and Simon did same. We all arrived at the gas station , I got down and looked around ... but no sign of Aria and they were barely any cars at the area. I asked the attendant if he saw any black truck that just left , he said no.

I looked at the dashboard and couldn't believe it, I'm an idiot, I ran out of gas and my car started making some weird noises, luckily there was a gas station nearby and I rushed inside. "This really only happened to me." I mutter as I get out of the car to meet the gas station attendant. "How can I help you, ma'am?" The clerk asked me politely when I got to the counter. "Just gas, please," I offer him my card. "No problem" he replied and gave me 4 liters of gas and I filled up the tank. "It's going to be a long night!!!". I cringe when I hear a pistol shot behind me . "Don't fucking move!". Someone ordered to point a gun at my head from behind me.

BRIANNA'S POV. FOR A LONG TIME, I had hated gas stations. Not that I hated the whole idea of getting the car filled but what I hated most about it was the scent of diesel, I hated the whole lot of it and most times it made me want to puke.

"Meet me alone at the old train station in one hour. Bring no one, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll get what you want." The line went dead. Reva immediately protested. "This is a trap." "Of course, it is," Adrian agreed. "But do we have a choice?" Ayesha clenched her jaw. "No. We don’t." The Meeting The train station was abandoned, its once-grand structure now crumbling under the weight of time. Shadows stretched across the empty platforms as Ayesha stepped forward, every sense on high alert. A figure emerged from the darkness, their face hidden beneath a hood.