Angel Biker Mga Nobela at Kwento

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

I dried my hands on a towel and walked to the window, telling myself I was being dramatic. Rain had started falling, big fat drops hitting the glass. The streetlights made everything look blurry and yellow. And then I saw it. Matte-black Harley, silver claw marks scratched into the tank exactly like the ones I just painted today. Exactly like the ones Knox put on my old bike when we were seventeen and stupid in love. The bike slowed down… circled once… twice… then rolled to a stop right in front of my building. My stomach dropped to my feet. The rider sat there for a second, rain pouring off his helmet. Then he reached up, pulled it off slow, and shook out wet black hair.

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

Angel agreed. It took a couple of weeks, but Angel was finally cleared of the killing of her ex. Her and J could finally go home. With the club's help, the FBI arrested her dad and several other members for the death of her ex, among other stuff. Lizard had disappeared. Angel was sure the club had something to do with that.

I got my victory, something I've wanted for years, but the emptiness I felt confused me—a little dilemma, a little happy. Lucious was still out there, and I had to do everything to get him. Without him, my victory wasn't complete. The bike roared down the road in a rampage. One bike at a time passed, bloody yet happy, mourning but victorious. The bikers raced while howling at the moon, a sign of victory. Rage's bike was the last, which was unusual for him. I slowed down. Clara noticed and stayed close to me, whether to show loyalty or because she didn't trust me. I couldn't put my hands on it. All I knew was that she was close enough within my range.

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

The large gang of riders and drivers they had brought with them filled the small street and once the engines had been cut, a deafening silence filled the sticky air. “Gabriel Grayson, Alpha of the infamous renegades, it’s good to see you again.” Dynamite Al dismounts from his bike, the short chubby half-wolf grins and greets me. “Your boys tell me you got some trouble. I didn’t believe it at first because you are the trouble.”

I recognized them as Angels. Even though they were far away, at their speed, they were able to catch up with us in less than ten minutes. Lucas was picking up speed, but the bike needed to be bigger and lighter compared to compact motorcycles. I should have left Lucas alone to focus on driving, but I was highly impatient inside. I want to know the situation right now. So I asked him, "What is the current situation? How long have I slept?" Lucas was still staring ahead and picking up speed, but he still replied, "You slept for more than ten hours. Half an hour ago, the Angel organization's signaling fireworks again shone in the sky. Then those motorbikes detected and caught up with us."