Badass Biker Novels & Stories

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

For a second, I expect Everest and the Blood Fang Pack to trail us. But as Ryker and I zoom on, it’s clear they're going to leave us alone. I would relax if I weren’t on Ryker’s death trap of a motorcycle. “YOU OKAY?” he yells as he takes a sharp turn and curves dangerously close to the ground. I clench his chiseled stomach tighter, “OKAY? ARE YOU MAD?!” His abs vibrate as he chuckles. “DON'T WORRY, I’M AN EXPERT BIKER; WE’RE NEARLY THERE.”

We looked at the pack land together in the early morning, and I thought about the highway in the dark and the bond reaching toward something it couldn't reach yet, and I thought about what it meant to be the thing it was reaching toward without knowing it. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Okay." "The riding." I paused. "The motorcycle. You've been doing it your whole life. What is it about it." He thought about this for a moment. "It's the only thing where the speed is inside the experience rather than outside it," he said. "In a car you're watching the speed. On a bike you're in it. Your body is part of the physics." He paused. "During the feral years it was the only time the noise i

I exhaled slowly, when his finger touch my cheek. “Can you take me home?” “I don’t know where your house is,” he replied. “Maybe you can give me an address… or I can take you on my bike.” My eyes widened instantly. “You have a bike?” He smirked slightly. “It’s right this way.” He led me to where an elegant, nightshade, black bike was packed. His bike was a damn beauty, and from looking at it, I could tell it cost quite a pinch. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling brightly as I ran my finger over the machine.

Slowly, she turned. Deacon "Grim" Miller stood twenty feet away, leaning against a black Harley Davidson like he owned the world. He looked older… lines around his dark eyes that had not been there before, silver threading through his black hair. But he was still devastatingly handsome in that dangerous way that had always made her forget every reason she should run from him. "What are you doing here?" The words came out as barely a whisper. He pushed off the bike, taking a step closer. She could see the uncertainty in his posture, so different from the man who used to command every room he entered. "I saw you through the window. Thought I was seeing ghosts."

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'

He asked. “Sure. I don’t mind it.” She replied. The guy sat with her and started a conversation with her. She learned that his name was Damon. He was part of a biker gang called Lobo's. He had a low-rider cruiser made by Harley Davidson. When he learned that she rode an H2R Ninja, he was in awe. It’s rare when you find a girl, gorgeous and sweet, loving fast bikes. She enjoyed that evening having an innocent, but simple conversation with Damon. He didn’t know it, but he helped her forget about her problems for a moment. It was one of the best nights she endured since the second she left home.

Krystal's resolute nod reinforced our commitment to follow his advice, understanding the necessity of maintaining a low profile in this volatile Following Krystal's lead, I followed her towards the bar, the familiar strains of Bob Seger's "Main Street" resonating through the air. The choice of music only confirmed what I had already suspected – we were indeed in a biker bar. In my mind, Fat Bob had always been associated with images of Harley-Davidsons, cold beers, and Tom Cruise's infamous underwear dance. Little did I know that tonight, I would be adding toothy strippers to that rather eclectic mental picture.

Jaxon’s POV I ran head first at the rogues and he ran straight for me too. I didn't know what gave him confidence enough for it to know that he could overpower me in human form. The impact of the force sent him spiraling, knocking against the bike in which the dead woman had been sitting on. He didn't stand up again and I moved on from him, eying as my bikers engaged in battle with the rogues. All of the rogues were in human form with their claws and canines out.

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy Writes ❤️ CHAPTER 2❤️ Jeanne walked towards the gate with her as she held her bag tightly, obviously nervous, she stared in awe as different cars drove in, this school sure is full rich spoilt brat, she thought. Almost immediately a bike ran past almost hitting her, what the heck!!! she exclaimed. She watched as the bike parked in the parking space, the driver is actually a student but why was he over speeding, she thought.