Angel Biker Novels & Stories

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

I went with a black ripped jean,a grey tank top and my black leather jacket since I'm driving with my R6 Yamaha motorbike. So this weekend went fairly well. Didn't see much of dad pretty sure he was fucking some whore again Agh! He is a asshole but other then him Angel and I were hitting it off good like we got a couple of things in common which is cooking, reading, swimming and we both adore children. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I entered the kitchen to find Angel at the island sipping on her coffee wearing nothing but a silk night gown reading away on her laptop. Gulp.

Since the powerful bike was going at high speed, the impact of the crash caused Angelina, who was still standing when the accident occurred, to be violently thrown off the motor bike until she crashed headlong into the van so hard and so fast that her helmet-less head instantly cracked at the side and began to bleed while her entire body went limp as she slumped down on the road, unconscious.

I will get back to you “ Michal looked at her in anger “who.. are you exactly??” “Angle , you can call me Angel grace “ she smile at him cutely “so you are miss grace “He spoke smiling “seems like you heard of me , well I was waiting for the day I get my hands on you., too tired of killing those Lowe lives and peaks “ She spoke wiping her hands. “Are you talking about my men “A slight growl was heard in his voice. He advanced towards her, But she didn’t move back. She smirked and dug her heel in his right toe making him fall. “oh, I totally forgot your one of those peaks. No different. (she bent down)” what you thought you can touch me .Angel got up and Michal free hand was about to reach

"Needs to remember she is thirteen. Needs to—be child for a while instead of savior." "How do we do that? She will not stop. She pushes herself constantly. Like she is trying to outrun guilt. Trying to—" A motorcycle roared up the mountain road. Single bike. Loud engine. Unexpected. We moved to the window. Old instincts. Always watching. Always ready. The rider dismounted. Tall. Lean. Moved with easy confidence. Cascade MC patch on his jacket. But younger than Garrett's usual crew. Maybe early twenties. Dark hair. Tanned skin. Completely out of place in our quiet mountain refuge.

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin.

"I don't give a fuck who you are. He's taken and this is your first and only warning!" "Angel there's no need to be rude." Rider warned. To say it pissed Angel off was an understatement. "Oh?" Angel smiled. "Hey Joker? I'd like a ride on your bike to the bar tonight for work. Seems the rules have changed about a bitch being on the back of a brother’s bike!" "What the fuck? You know that ain't true! You will not ride on anyone's bike but mine!" Rider roared. "What's good for you is good for me!" Angel retorted.

I understood it in the empty space beside me, in the melted sherbet sitting on the bar, and in every hour that had passed without Jarek walking back through our doors. But the man on that phone had made one mistake. He thought understanding loss would break me. Instead, he was going to understand what happened when somebody took the Biker King from his Queen.

Broad shoulders, strong hands, and those gray eyes that seemed to look right through whatever mask I was wearing. "How's your first night going, Ivy?" "Good so far. Betty's been helpful getting me up to speed." "She's good at training new people. We've had a lot of turnover in the bartending position lately." "Why's that?" Cain smiled but there was no warmth in it. "Some people can't handle the atmosphere here. They get nervous around the clientele and make mistakes. Mistakes can be dangerous in our world." I met his eyes directly, channeling Ivy Blake's confidence. "I don't get nervous easily. Takes more than some bikers drinking beer to rattle me."