Novel & Cerita 4 Rider

The ride takes almost half a day. We’re all packed in a black van — me, Calix, and five of his bikers. The back is filled with toolboxes, helmets, and spare bike parts that rattle every time the van hits a bump. Calix sits beside me, one arm resting on the window, quiet as usual. The others are loud, tossing jokes, arguing about who’ll win the tournament. Music plays from someone’s phone, loud and heavy. Even though it’s noisy, I’m lost in my own head. I still don’t know how I ended up agreeing to this, pretending to be Calix’s girlfriend.

He stood on his bike and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a calculative gaze as he thought of ways to overtake the riders in front of him. Amanda's breath became heavy, anxiety creeping through her veins as she rubbed her clammy hands together. “Which team do you think is gonna win, Amanda?” Charlotte asked, nibbling her lower lips with her gaze fixed on the bikers Amanda let out a cool breath and replied nervously, “I - I dunno. I'm just hoping Adrian makes it to the top five…” According to the game's rules, during the first round, all bikers from multiple clubs must race against each other at the same time.

Hells Riders MC Prez Viper (Jack) Vp Steel (Frank) IT Mac (Dustin) Road captain Diego (Eduardo) SAA Cage (Taylor) SAA Joker (Ian) Treasurer Sym (Michael) Adeline Nicole (Addie) Mom Lydia, Dad Leander (Lee) Aunt Serafina (Sera), Cousin Ezekiel (Zeke)

The caller was telling him to hurry. He quickly got out of the car. There was a motorcyclist coming with a passenger. He blocked them, and the cyclist stopped. "Man, what's wrong with you?" the rider asked unhappily. "How much is your bike?" Jack asked impatiently. "Why do you ask?" the rider asked back. "Just tell me!" "$4000." the rider replied in annoyance. "Get off, the both of you!" "What? Sir, you look rich, but that doesn't mean you can bully us...."

"They don't wear uniforms. They don't have corporate logos. They wear plain black tactical gear, and they don't take prisoners or secure assets. They just liquidate. If Miller is running a blockade, he’s going to hit them first." Ruan didn't wait for the rest of the analysis. He turned to the desk, his fist slamming down onto the metal with a force that made the medical instruments rattle in their trays. "VULTURE! JAX! Get the heavy choppers on the line! I want eighty riders on the south pass by sunset! We don't let Miller fight our war alone! If the regulators want a liquidation, we’ll give them an anarchy they can't manage!" The warehouse erupted into a sudden, focused frenzy of motion. Th

“I want the graphite one, the red one, the blue one, the little one, the police one, the one with the noisy wheels, the Ferrari, the one the T-Rex rides, and the other one doesn’t have a name yet because I’m still figuring out its personality...” “Aiden.” He stopped counting on his fingers. “Three.” “Five.” “Three.” “Four and a half.” “How exactly do you bring half a car?” He thought about it seriously. “The wheels.” Rhysand lowered his face into Aiden’s hair. His shoulders moved. “Fine. Four cars. One backpack. No further negotiations.” I rolled my eyes. Aiden immediately threw one hand into the air. “YES.” Then, like a tiny politician who had just realized there was still room for expansio

I wrapped the dry towel tighter around my shoulders and shook my head. "It was just my husband and me in the car. There's no one else in there. Not even a pet." The officer's eyes narrowed. His voice turned firm. "Ma'am, you need to tell us if there's anyone else in that vehicle. You and your husband will be held responsible if something bad happens." I looked him straight in the eye. "I'm telling you the truth, Officer." Then, I turned to the man beside me. "Right, honey?"

I wanted to look relaxed, even if my pulse was ticking steadily against my ribs. "Fourteen," Ezra replied, dropping down to the catwalk beside me with a light, silent thud. "All full-blooded wolves. Large timber strain. But the one in the center... he’s old. His muzzle is almost completely white." Behind us on the drill square, Brody had fifty militia recruits standing by with loaded bolt-action rifles, their boots silent on the gravel. Korr stood near the crank mechanism for the main iron-timber gates, his massive arms crossed, his gray eyes fixed on the tree line. Rylan stood to my right, his dark wool tunic pulled tight over his chest, his posture tall and imposing, every inch the seasone

I can hear the bikes revving up, and when the music hits at the right time, the freestyle jumpers hit the ramp, performing some amazing stunts that warm up the crowd. The first rider was decked out in full LED gear, including his bike. Shit that must have cost a fortune to kit out his bike like that. His jump looked difficult, a one-eighty front twist. The next rider was not kitted out like the first, but his trick was the heart attack. There were five more riders, one after the other, doing tricks such as the heelclicker, whip, rigamortis, dead body, and cliff hanger. These tricks are difficult even for an experienced rider such as myself. I quickly glance over at Jen and see her expression

He rode a high-end Kawasaki. He was a sleek black guy who lived for racing his bikes. An injury had put him out of the pro-circuit, but he still followed it avidly. He and Quinn had been to many meets together. He smiled as they left the house. “Ryder, it’s been a long time, man.” “Good to see you too,” Quinn said, clasping his leather-clad hand. He turned to see Cade glaring at him. Uh-oh, Cade was getting all possessive again. Jace had the sense not to say anything, just briefly smiling at Cade.