Novel & Cerita 4 Rider

The prize for winning the race was so tempting that it attracted all the experts without thinking twice about risking their life. Weylin Turner under the pseudonym 'Rider' was waving his hand at his fans. He was seated on his motorcycle Yamaha YZF-R6. His long hair, which touched the base or his neck, was combed backwards while a few naughty locks fell on his forehead. His friend, Jace Smith stood beside him, chuckling at his friend's popularity. "Weylin, I know you want to impress your fans. So make sure you will win the race," Jace said, running his hand through his hair. "Be careful. You know how dangerous this race is."

Every time he leaned into a curve, I stopped breathing, convinced he was about to be thrown from that terrifying machine. He passed the other riders with a strange, unhurried pace, always ensuring he was never the final one across the line. With each lap, the last-place rider was eliminated, until only four competitors remained, Raymond among them. The announcer called for a brief intermission, and I finally released the breath I had been holding captive in my lungs.

Everyone knew it. Ryder called out the names of the seven riders, his voice carrying over the crowd. Jaxson, Cole, four of the others, and then me. My name still didn’t sound right mixed in with theirs. The others had been at this for years, some of them legends on these streets, and then there was me, still proving I deserved the seat I was in. My stomach flipped, but I didn’t let it show.

Yet, she seemed to have forgotten all about it. She didn't just forget about it. She even let another man ride my prized and most beloved horse without telling me. Could it be that even she didn't belong to me anymore as well? I clenched my fists tightly and suppressed the violent urge in my chest. Cecil strode over and moved in front of Hazel to apologize to me. "Mr. Blanchard, one of the company's potential clients is a huge fan of horseback riding, and Hazel only brought me here to train my riding skills. You won't get mad at me for that, will you?"

Engines thundered in the night, dozens of Harleys rumbling like thunder rolling low across the lot. The rally drew riders from every corner of the county — cuts with patches she didn’t recognize, strangers laughing too loud, smoke curling from fires burning in rusted barrels. Emily stuck close to Rhett’s side, her fingers curled around his arm, the leather of his cut warm under her hand. The Vipers were everywhere — Tank, Hawk, Ghost — standing tall in the crowd, keeping order by their presence alone.

he said simply. “We all do,” Darius added quietly. “Even if it means sharing a bed that’s way too small for five people?” “Especially then,” Kael said, nuzzling into my neck in a way that made me shiver. I looked around at all of them, these four incredible men who had somehow managed to rearrange themselves around me like I was the center of their universe, and felt my heart swell with so much love it almost hurt. “I love you guys,” I said softly. “All of you. Even when you’re being completely ridiculous.”

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

The rooster-haired leader smirked, watching the scene unfold. He glanced to the side. "Panther," he said. "Help him." A man stepped forward. Dark-skinned, with uneven black patches across his face. His presence was heavier, more aggressive. He walked toward Lucien's table and stopped in front of them. A grin spread across his face. "You three," he said. "Don't you recognize us?" No response. He lifted his chin proudly. "We are the Black Thunder Chicken Riders." Silence. Iris slowly looked up.

Mason continued. “I’d rather leave Pine Creek than leave Ryders. My brother hedged his bets with the wrong horse when he chose Vandals!” Uncle Bobby chimed in. The riders made a sharp turn in the dust. Viper raised hell, nearly blinding the other riders. One of them fell off the road, hitting the wall with his bike. The crowd went wild.

“And I promise you I will look after you.” “I love you as well Ruin.” Stepping away he rolled his shoulders. “Do you want to ride with me today?” We would all ride. All the Black Aces from this chapter and several dozen that had come in from other chapters. The nomads. Even some weekend bikers. Everyone would ride for Fender and then we would lay my dad to rest and I would have to say one final goodbye. “Avery should ride with you.” “She won’t mind.” Something was going on in Ruins eyes. “She can…”