Bicycle Nook Novels & Stories

Carmella eyed the couple's bike on the side and suggested to Norton. Norton glanced at Sabrina, who was already on a bike and had left the scene. Sergio also picked his bike and rode away. Left without a choice, Norton could only agree to Carmella's suggestion. It was obvious that Carmella didn't know how to ride a bicycle. She was clumsy. With Norton riding on the same bike as her, all she had to do was to sit in her seat. They rode downhill along a slope. It was refreshing as the breeze brushed past them.

Zackary's words without any evidence. Mr. Zackary immediately covered his mouth. If the magistrate has said so, what can he do? "Noah, do you have any evidence to prove your innocence?" the magistrate asked Noah. "Tch, I'm so sick of talking to idiots like you guys!" "NOAH, WATCH YOUR WORD!" Snapped Mr. Retter shocked. "Dad, they can see what happened through the magic mirror. Everything is recorded there," Noah said while sighing tiredly. "Ahahaha ... of course. How could I be so stupid?" The judge laughed at his stupidity. He took out his magic mirror. He's going to prove Noah guilty or not.

Go in at the entrance doorway and go out at the exit doorway. A while ago, Julliana explained to Nathan about the rules, and regulations of the school and give him a map and a thin book. The inside of the medieval-like building was spacious with no other things rather than bicycles and skateboards. These were lined in rows, and in chains. The one with padlocks had already an owner while those that don't, no one owned them. Zitrey picked up his own bicycle and unlocked it.

I mutter, vague as hell. “What?” Knox snaps, his patience thinner than my last nerve. “Something rare,” I say, lips twitching. “One of a kind.” “A bike? You skipped church for a goddamn bike? You’re the prez, Echo. We needed your vote. This better be some limited-edition, once-in-a-lifetime piece of shit.” “Oh, it’s limited edition, alright,” I say, my eyes tracking Davina’s shadow as she moves to another room. “I’ll be back soon.” I hang up before he can bitch more.

[Fingerprint recognition successful. Zeke was rooted to the spot, looking at the motorcycle that had been fired up as the front of the machine rose, the handlebars popped out, the saddle emerged, and the wheels split into compound wheels. The machine seemed to come alive, as a white streamers-like glow enveloped the body as if an angry lion woke up in the sunlight. It felt violent and cool but also difficult to control. "This bike can reach a top speed of two hundred miles per hour. Do you really want to try it?" Nicole asked as she looked at Zeke's stunned expression.

Now he had an amused look on his face. “It’s fine, I’ll bring a date.” Ok, something about his statement struck a nerve. I am not admitting that the idea of Brax with another girl just rubs me the wrong way. I was about to throw another smart comment his way when he stepped away from the bike he had been leaning on. I was able to get a better look at it then. No. Fucking. Way! A ghost silver R1 with dragon scale graphics!

KNOXX "I thought the club's designer said she had a man..." This statement came from Money...though not openly. He was more like gossiping and I could hear him from where I was sitting. We had gone for our usual biweekly bike ride, this time at the Burnout Bay, a lake that I had recently purchased for the club. Out of the executives, only Bishop and Cash didn't make it for today's ride. Adding to the executives, some other patch members of the club were part of the ride.

Shiro-san patted the bicycle seat with quite an excited expression, waiting for his praise. "Look! Look, Oga-kun! Can you see this streamlined shape, sporty handles, a comfortable seat that is made from pure foam, and this sturdy carrier rack, even if you let someone sit behind, there won't be any problem at all!" "Come one, Oga-kun, hurry and try it! From now on, this bicycle will be your golden mount and you can use it to ride toward your youth!" Monica took a deep breath and smiled. When Shiro-san saw Monica's smile, he also smiled brighter.

“This one fits a lot. Bam likes drawing, right? So he can bring his sketchbook.” I paused, looking at the bag in his hands. The size was just right, not too big for Bam’s small body, but roomy enough to hold a sketchbook, a pencil case, and maybe a few loose sheets of paper he always folded carelessly. Noah didn’t choose the flashiest or the most expensive one. He chose the most useful. “You’re sure about this one?” I asked softly not doubting him, just wanting to hear his reason again. Noah nodded firmly. “Yeah. The others have robots and superheroes. Bam doesn’t really draw those. He draws trees and little houses more.”

And there it was, just outside my window: the bike, glaring at me to take good care of it. As promised, he was gone. Just like that, the troublesome man had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind except for that two-wheeled testament to his brief, chaotic presence in my life. It was almost as if he'd been a figment of my imagination, a particularly annoying dream. But the bike, gleaming in the morning light, was very, very real. My room, tucked away at the far end of the convent, was apparently the perfect hideout. The bike, surprisingly, hadn't drawn any attention, even from the Sisters. They were all completely enthralled, cooing over the newborn baby like proud aunties.