Aces And Eights Motorcycle Ride Novels & Stories

“I know you can do it.” I nod, start the engine. The rumble vibrates through me, familiar and steady. Jace pulls up beside me, gives a sharp nod. The rest of the crew falls in behind us. I glance back once. Reign is standing on the steps, arms crossed, watching us leave. Our eyes meet for a second before I turn forward, twist the throttle, and lead the pack out onto the road. The wind hits my face as we hit the open stretch, tires eating asphalt, engines roaring in unison. Jace rides on my right, matching my speed. Behind us the others form up tight—six bikes total, lean and fast, ready for whatever waits at the market.

Engines sounded cracked as the roads became difficult to navigate but as skilled riders, we didn't find it taskful. Moon pack was just a few miles from us. And since Alpha was a friend of Jax, we would leave our bikes in the pack and ask them to help us cross to the roque pack. The day had brightened with the sun scorching our skin. Shortly as we continued riding, we approached the smooth road and we increased our speed, tyres racing. Hours later, we reached Moon pack and we all parked our bikes by the side of an oak but had to wait for Sunny and Jax to arrive.

Chapter 2. The ride was thrilling and terrifying at the same time as the rain stung my exposed skin like needles while the wind whipped past us violently. The road curved sharply in the darkness, and I held on to Kai as tightly as I could, feeling the hard muscles of his stomach flex under my hands every time he leaned the bike into a turn. The speed and the power of the motorcycle sent adrenaline rushing through me, mixing with the fear and the growing anger toward Derek.

Something about her getting cabin fever? I wanted to tell her that you needed to be on a boat to get that, but I don’t think that’s the important part. When Knives returned, they’d made everything ready, and they all left to get their bikes. It was quite an impressive sight to see them all roll out on their huge, roaring Harleys and black cuts with nothing but the snarling wolf on their backs. Knives blew me a kiss and I blushed almost as red as his taillight.

he smiled, revving the engine. ​"Ready," I grinned, sliding the helmet over my copper waves. I climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms securely around his waist, holding the strawberry milkshake tightly in one hand as the motorcycle roared to life, speeding away from the curb and carrying me into the sunset, completely blissed out.

"It’s going to be a long ride." *****

Not anymore. The growl of our engines shattered the hush. We didn’t roll in quietly. We didn’t slip through the gates like cowards. We came like war. Black motorcycles tore through the front estate gates in a thunderous, unified roar. Seven bikes. Eight riders. Tires grinding against manicured gravel. Smoke curling around our frames like ghosts. Guests screamed. Tables toppled. Champagne spilled. White petals caught in the wind and scattered like ashes.

“Then hold tight.” He felt Eve’s arms tightening around his waist that it seemed like she was hugging him from behind. Grinning wide, he accelerated the motorcycle, driving in a flash-like motion. As if, this road belonged to them. An hour after midnight, vehicles barely uses this road along the coast. Thus, Lucas picked this area to bring Eve when she asked him to have a ‘joyride’. He actually never had a motorcycle but just because she wished it, he even had to rush buy. Though, it’s Simon’s money he used since his father froze all his cards.

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 15: Impressions . "Ah, this one should be simple enough for even Blake to ride." Ryder pointed to a low rising slide ahead of them. He was right, the ride had no huge drops or any turns, it was just a one way slide with a few dips here and there. Looking at it more closely, the ride was actually meant to be for racing against others. There were several people going down at once, trying to beat their friends. And to make this even better, the ride had eight slides, a perfect amount to accompany their group of seven.