Akira Bike Irl Novels & Stories

Just when I thought I had seen it all, my jaw dropped. Bikes. Tons of expensive, vintage, fairly used bikes. They were like nothing I had ever seen, like the types bikers used in movies. I couldn't believe they were actually real, and many of them had designs that a human couldn't possibly think about inspiring. “Close your fucking mouth and get over here.” His voice cut through my haze as he glared at me and I blinked severally before running to where he stood. “Drag that one out to the surface, you need to perform your task in the open, under direct sunlight, plus, its fucking hot in here.”

Aria. “This is some sort of joke.” I muttered, crossing my arms around my chest as Kai held out his black helmet in front of me. He tilted his head with that signature smirk of his. “No it’s not. Get on.” “No way in hell am I getting on that death machine again.” I snapped, staring at that ridiculous sleek motorcycle parked in a private space just outside the school gates. Kai took a slow step towards me. “We’ve been through this before, little omega. Either get on the bike or I’ll carry you onto it myself.”

Now he had an amused look on his face. “It’s fine, I’ll bring a date.” Ok, something about his statement struck a nerve. I am not admitting that the idea of Brax with another girl just rubs me the wrong way. I was about to throw another smart comment his way when he stepped away from the bike he had been leaning on. I was able to get a better look at it then. No. Fucking. Way! A ghost silver R1 with dragon scale graphics!

"Dude... I f*cking love bikes. Bikes are my only true love. I have a BMW M 1000 RR. Which one do you have?" "No way! What?" He was stunned as he masked his expression. "Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R," he said with wide eyes. "Dude, that's sick. I'm obsessed with bikes." Angela chirped excitedly. "You're a biker. For real?" "Wanna ride sometime, I can show you some wheelies. I have got a whole XR club. It's a whole community." She mused and his eyes widened. "No f*cking way! You know Julian?" He asked.

But Kaidën stood beside her, solid and unyielding, his hand still firmly clasping hers. “Get back to your posts!” he barked, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “This training ground is off-limits until I say otherwise.” The warriors hesitated, exchanging wary looks, but one by one, they complied. Still, their stares lingered—cautious and fearful. Akira cast her eyes down, shame weighing on her more heavily than the smoke. “They think I’m a monster.” Kaidën’s grip tightened. “Let them think whatever they want. They don’t know you.”

smart ass Tazz,' she thought to herself "His name in the world of riding is known and Terrifying Tiger," Anuj informed her, breaking her from her thoughts, then turned his head to her, "You really didn't know about this side of Bro's life?" he asked this question, expecting an answer from Maya, not Mahira, but she simply shook her head, she indeed never knew about this side of him, when they were together, he loved to ride fast bikes but she hated it, bikes always scared her. She had lost a very close friend in a bike ride once and since then she had forbidden Tazz from riding a bike as well... and here he was, teasing her and killing her softly with his tricks and race.

Now he had an amused look on his face. “It’s fine, I’ll bring a date.” Ok, something about his statement struck a nerve. I am not admitting that the idea of Brax with another girl just rubs me the wrong way. I was about to throw another smart comment his way when he stepped away from the bike he had been leaning on. I was able to get a better look at it then. No. Fucking. Way! A ghost silver R1 with dragon scale graphics!

When they grow up, I’ll hook each of them up with a roaring favorite! I’ll show them my bike too. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R! I adore my steed. Top speed four hundred twenty-three kilometers per hour, zero to a hundred in 2.2 seconds. A monster on wheels! And how many chicks were thrilled to give themselves to me on that beast… I couldn’t even count them all. The kids eagerly agreed to the little adventure, so we quickly got ready and cleaned ourselves up. To match my usual image of a bold guy, I put on tight black jeans, a fitted white tank top that shows off my perfect, godlike body of temptation, and a leather biker jacket.

She bowed her head, "Al Akira. The Pink pack... They are not werewolves but nobody knows exactly what specie are they. They were there even before the existence of werewolves. They never fight anyone but they do help ones who want to take over the rule of a kingdom or a pack... Just like if we need to kill someone we hire a killer. In the same way, if we need to snatch someone’s rule over a territory they come forward and help." "This is... hilarious. Al Akira? Seriously? Al Akira is nothing. It’s just a legend found in books." By now Lucas seemed bored. But I wanted to know more about it, “The killer takes money. What do Al Akira charge?” I asked her.

~*~ I hopped down from my bike and peeled off my helmet, astonished to see Kurt standing just at the entrance of the doors with Mira. "What the hell is this?" He said, referring to the black ecosse ES1 Motorbike I had halted in front of him. "What do you mean by that?" "You brought a motorbike to my place? Do you even know how to ride this thing? No, do you have a license to ride this thing?" "Don't look so shocked about it, it's just a bike. You didn't think I knew how to ride a bike? What if I told you, I know how to fly an helicopter?"