Badass Biker Novels & Stories

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

the other one yells in response. "Y'all better get the fuck away from my bar!" The bartender shouts as he comes out of the bar with his shotgun in hand. The bikers scramble to get atop their bikes, and after a few minutes of difficulty, the bikers finally roar to life on top of their motorcycles and speed off through the town, a truck with Skinner inside following them. Sebastian pulls me into an alley, and we wait until the motorcycles can no longer be heard.

“Maya. We’re not just billionaires. We do shitty things. I’m into money laundering. Not just selling hard drugs. I mean, selling just cocaine can’t build me this …uhmm mansion.” I stood up again, walking around, my hands running over my head. “Maya… I am a biker king. Since I’ve been into this shit for years, I got the role of the biker king. I kill people. People think my bike riding is just for stunts and regular bike riding, but it’s way different. I ultimately refused. I told them I wasn’t interested in being the biker king anymore. Now, that decision literally cost me my life.

I say, looking back at the bartender who grabbed our glasses. "Don't worry about that." He says. When we reached the parking lot, we walked to a beautiful big motorbike. It was sleek black and when he got on it so cooly, he instantly turned me on a hundred thousand times. There is always something about bad boys that's just so sexy. Wait. That means he's a bad boy. He's all in black clothes, he has a big bike and he has that signatured black leather jacket that any other bad boys would have. He literally wasn't joking when he said he'll be good if I'd want him to.

It gives me a warm feeling inside. I glance over at Collins. I doubt if anyone ever thought of him as less than drop-dead gorgeous. In his biker leathers, he's got a dangerous, bad-ass vibe. When you combine that with his good looks, he can get any woman he wants. I sigh. Collins has the sexiest lopsided grin, and when he forgets to get his haircut, like now, and his hair falls over his eyes, I want to reach out and push it back into place.

I put on some coffee and leaned up against the counter. The whole thing was fucked. I didn’t much care about the guys that were after her. I’d dealt with plenty of fucking biker cunts in my time, left more than a few blood-stained and splattered on the road under my wheels. I could protect her no problem, and I actually looked forward to it. I wanted another fucking war. I wanted some fight, some excitement to break up the boring as fuck club business. I wasn’t built for peace, never was.

"Get the bikes. The North Ridge trail. We stay on our side of the wire." "Of course, Alpha," Ezra bowed his head, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a flash of triumph that should have set off every alarm in my head. We rode hard. The roar of a dozen Harleys tore through the midnight mist of the Black Fang forest. I was at the front, pushing my bike to the absolute limit, the engine screaming as I leaned into the sharp, gravel-strewn turns of the ridge. Behind me, Kai, Ezra, and ten of our most lethal enforcers followed like a funeral procession of chrome and leather.

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

I gave him the same rundown I’d given Bryce. When I finished, he leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms thoughtfully. “So the plan is basically… ride motorcycles, collect toys, eat barbecue, and listen to music?” “That’s the general idea.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You realize you’re asking a bunch of bikers to do exactly what they already like doing.” “That’s the point.” He laughed. “Yeah, I’m in.” Two. The rest of the conversations came easier after that. Some members barely needed the explanation.

Someone in the background said a long litany of some very impressive swear words strung together in one breath. “Your kid?” “Anyway, I’m sending you the information and what I want you to do now. It’ll just take a few days of your time, but it’ll be worth it. The bikes are for your men, by the way, since it wouldn’t be good to take your girl into asshole territory without backup.” “Are they yours? Your design, I mean.” “Of course.” “Not bad.” “It’s a deal then; I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up before I could argue with him more.