Along The Ride Novels & Stories

She was a Phantom. "One mile back," he commanded. "You stay with the secondary unit until the perimeter is clear. If a single bullet comes your way, you ride for the hills. Do you hear me?" "I hear you," I said. We hit the road as the rain turned into a fine, freezing mist. The city of Blackridge was a blur of gray and neon as fifty Harleys tore through the deserted streets. I rode behind Ruan, my arms locked around his waist, feeling the raw, vibrating power of the machine and the man.

We rode four at least two hours. The land began to get rockier and bumpy so Alpha Rivers was forced to slow the pace in the name of keeping control of the horse. But he was an expert rider and we still wound through the trees at an amazing speed considering he terrain. The fresh wind blew through my air as I clutched onto him. It chilled my face with its wintery grasp but he was warm and I harboured his heat to keep off the shivers.

We chatted for the rest of the ride. "Here we go" Lee announced as he pulled into a parking spot. The two black SUV's that followed us pulled in next to us and everyone got out. Lee opened my door and picked me up. "You doing okay, darling?" He whispered and I nodded. "I think so" I replied and he kissed me. {Just don't leave my side} I linked. He smiled. {I wasn't planning on it} he replied.

CHRIS The journey is longer than expected, perhaps the rider is doing it on purpose to get on my nerves. It's certain, I’m freaking paranoid, a loose ruler and maybe he wants to taste more of my bitterness. “Move this shitty carriage!” I yell through the opening and to the driver. The speed doesn't increase like it should, but it also doesn't remain the same. Just a slight difference, worthy enough to exclude him from being punished further. It takes a long while before the scenery begins to make sense. The pack houses and trees dispersion and landscape. We're in Orlando, alas! I exclaimed to myself.

The best-laid plans had indeed gone awry, but in doing so, they had opened up a path to something truly special. The forest was alive with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of hidden creatures as the sun began to dip behind the tall trees. Silas and Raven found themselves at the threshold of an adventure, a journey into a world that was more than just a physical landscape. It was a realm of stories, wisdom, and connections, waiting to be explored. Their horses, magnificent creatures with coats as smooth as velvet and eyes that held an intelligence beyond mere beasts, carried them with grace through the winding trails. They seemed to sense the significance of the ride, their

She looked at me and I guess saw how nervous I was, and eager to get to school, "Just not too fast." As soon as I was at the wheel, we were flying, and got on time. I know Lilly was scared, but hey we were in a rush and I am a good driver, not gonna brag but I won a couple of races. As we were getting out of the car, Lilly smiled "You are not driving my car again, but I am glad we are here on time."

When we got to my bike, we synced the mics on our helmets so that we could talk while riding. As we rode down Highway 55, I noticed my mate was starting to speed up and get much more ahead of me than I would like. I sped up and I could hear her giggling. "I hope you don't mind. I like to go fast." I laughed, "You can go as fast as you want. I can keep up." I didn't need her face shield up to know that she is blushing again".

Nobody said anything, but Rafe raised a hand from the doorway in the specific gesture of someone who is trying very hard not to look pleased with himself. The road south of Cliff's End was familiar to me now in a different way than it had been in the first weeks. I had learned its specific personality — the way the cliff section collected crosswinds, the particular sweeping quality of the long curve at the thirty-mile mark, the precise point at which the sea became visible and changed the quality of the air. I had ridden it in grief and in anger and in exhausted clarity and now I was riding it in the specific company of someone who knew the same road differently but equivalently. We rode for

“Gonna be a long ride.” The night was alive with the rumble of engines as we rolled out of the clubhouse parking lot, the dim glow of the streetlights flickering over our convoy like a strobe. The Warriors rode in tight formation, our bikes a unified force slicing through the quiet streets. Behind us, Viktor’s SUVs followed like silent predators.

Alyssa "Let's ride!" Gray's commanding voice booms through the parking lot, drawing a cheer from the crowd of bikers. King helps me onto the back of his bike, his hands firm but careful. I slide into place, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. His scent—leather with a hint of spice—wraps around me, and I bite my lip against the heat stirring deep in my core. Engines roar to life around us, the sound vibrating through my chest and sending goosebumps racing over my skin. As we take off behind Dave, Gray, and Niko, the others fall into formation, a unified force rumbling through the streets.