Akira Bike Irl Novels & Stories

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

"I want to ride a bike, Mommy! Uncle Hawk will always make me safe." "I will make him safe, Miss Winter. Always. You can count on that. I never backed up my words." Truth. I heaved a sigh. Giving in, I said, "Fine. But you have to drive slowly, okay?" "You can count on me. Please wait for me here." Before I could respond, Hawk went to where the bikes were parked, paid for the rent, and came back with it. He was telling the truth. It was a cargo bike that was child-friendly. The back seat was two-seater and there were also helmets for us.

I heard Charles’ voice coming next to me riding his horse. He took me for a horse-riding trip up in the beautiful forest of Rivera. Of course, we were not alone. There were at least two of his bodyguards watching him from far. “Not to worry. I can ride” I then clicked my tongue and gently gestured the horse to move forward leaving him behind. I could hear him calling my name as he chased me from behind with his horse. Akira West was not known to ever ride a horse, but Melina Cage was pretty good with it.

I asked her what’s up but she straight up ignored me while putting on her helmet. Uhm, okay? Man, what the f*ck is these days? It’s been weird sh*ts and I am f*cking seeing things. I really need to cut some coffee outta my body if I want to reduce the sh*ts I see. These days are really bizarre for me. We continued to drive until I got home with them and surprisingly enough, there is a motorbike parked just inside the gates. It is a Kawasaki Ninja h2r.

] "Okay, convert my earnings from the second world into money, then you can take the money you need then." Akira looked at the big golden wheel that suddenly appeared. It was gigantic and gold. There were different sections on the wheel, some held money, such as $500 and $1, and some held items of clothing such as winter jackets, boots while other places had silver blanks covering them, keeping him from seeing the prizes. The word 'Mystery Prize' was written on the silver covering, but what caught Akira's eyes was a sword. The sword was a deep scarlet red that made it look like it was dripping with blood. It was sharp on both sides, the grip of the sword had scription on it. He instantly fel

His deep forest scent invades my nose, and I feel myself drown in him, in everything that is Kai. “So, what is this beast called?” I ask, meaning the motorcycle. “Kawasaki Ninja H2 SX, luckily this one is street legal. I knew I would get you today, so I chose this one.” He says and moves to start the bike, but I place my hand on his arm. “Street legal? What does that mean?” I ask, too afraid to know, but he lets out a chuckle as the beast growls to life. “You’ll see,” is all that he promised before we sped away.

There she saw a single light from afar. “A motorbike,” she murmured. It was moving from afar, and so, Adira quickly got out of her car. If there is something room with it, then she can ask for help from the upcoming vehicle. She’s pretty, and she’s willing to use her beauty as her weapon. If the person in the bike turns out to be pervert, then she heeds no worries. Adira is a black-belter in Taekwondo, and she learned Martial arts too.