Angel Biker Novels & Stories

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

I squeaked, the blood draining from my face. “Put on the helmet Angel” Angeles instructed, not even looking at me. “But-“ “Angel” Angeles hissed, turning his attention to me completely, “Nothing is going to happen to you alright? Put the helmet on, get in the car and have some fun. Come on baby – fun. Danger, you love danger” he said, leaning on me. His breath tickled my neck, him giving me light pecks all along my jaw which made warmth pool inside of me. His hands trailed up and down my thigh, me shivering from the glorious touch.

"It's been 2 years. I want a baby so bad. Doesn't God trust me as a mother?" I'm quite shocked. I thought Angel put off pregnancy for the sake of her writing career, but I was wrong. Touching both sides of her face, I kissed her lips. She kissed me passionately back, and I absolutely love this side of Angel. "Let's go home." I said, pulling my lips away from her. To be honest I could fuck her here, but Angel's condition didn't allow it. Instead of freezing her to death, I put a helmet on for her. We ride motorbikes at a speed of 80 km per hour. This is relatively fast considering the streets are quiet everywhere.

It turns out that there were some things that Angelina didn't know about her Dad. She asked Xavier why her dad never mentioned it to her and he told her that it was because Damien thought Angelina was too little to know about it because the game can be somehow dangerous sometimes. All the competitors were ready for the competition, including the mafia Don. His motorcycle was brand new, one of the latest designs and safe to use. He was wearing protective gears and he was so ready for the ride. What Xavier loves the most about being a biker is the thrill that comes with it.

Rebel being the rebel she is has her first lesson today and I am her teacher, after all. She wanted a bike, so I bought her one. Angel freaked the fuck out, thinking I was getting her a bicycle. I did, I’m not that bad. I just stripped it down and made it look like a motorbike. I worked on it myself, it even has stabilisers. It’s pink pearlescent, with a unicorn decal on the cover that would be the tank. She even has a full bike visor helmet in pink and a little pink leather cut, with daddy’s Princess embossed on it with the club patch.

Angelo ordered, his tone icy. The car accelerated, weaving smoothly between other vehicles, but the motorcycles followed suit, matching our pace. My stomach twisted. “What’s happening?” I asked, my voice shaky. Angelo’s jaw tightened. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said, but his hand moved to his phone, typing a quick message. The car swerved again, and I grabbed the edge of my seat to steady myself. The motorcycles were relentless, their riders dressed in black helmets that hid their faces.

His head tilted slightly, tracking sounds the rest of us couldn't hear. There were six other riders. Seven total. I recognized Marc on the black bike, he was decent, played fair. But then there was Vic on the red bike, and my stomach dropped. Cole on the yellow. Jensen with the scar across his jaw. Three others I didn't know, but they had that look. That hungry, desperate look of riders who'd do anything to win. "That's a lot of competition," Sarah said quietly. "They're not competition," Orion said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "They're just in the way."

The city blurs — streetlights stretching into streaks of gold and white as I tear through intersections as if rules are optional suggestions. I hear the other bikes behind me, engines snarling, keeping up — or trying to. The song crashes into my head uninvited, loud and relentless, every lyric punching straight through my chest. Oh, oh whoa whoa oh whoa I’m an angel with a shotgun Fighting til’ the wars won I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back My jaw tightens. I lean forward, push harder, wishing like hell I was on my speedbike instead of the scrambler. The road feels too small. My body feels too full.

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and