Bicycle Nook Novels & Stories

I head back to the house and call mom. “Mom, where is it? I can’t find it.” “It’s outside, sweetie.” “Where?” “ uh, I think he left it leaned up against the fence. “ uh, I think he left it leaned up against the fence.” Leaned up? Why would they do that to my new baby? I frown and head back outside, checking the fence, and that’s when I see it. A baby blue bicycle with blue bows tied to the handlebar, A bicycle? Are they serious? What am I suppose to do with that?

Only a fucking fool wouldn't see through Kaden and know what he was doing The driver held out the first items, staring from me to Kaden. I blew out a deep breath and retreated my steps walking back to the porch. I pulled the door open for him, to allow bring in the items I bit down on my lower lip as I stood right in front of the porch, watching as he brought item after item. Two bicycles, a red and black electric mini car, a skateboard, a pair of hoverboards, a drone kit, a basketball hoop with a small stand, and a lot fucking more that I couldn't even recognize

Meadow’s POV: The first thing I noticed when I arrived at Nova’s apartment building later that day, was an expensive-looking bike parked in front of it with a helmet resting on the handle. I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down I knew. If there was a bike as expensive-looking as this one just sitting here, then it had to belong to the one person I knew who was bloody rich and owned one. Nolan was here. And this time, he came on his own, without me. To see Nova.

It pulled over right in front of my motorcycle, its hazard lights blinking. The driver's side door opened. Noah stepped out. He was wearing a clean grey hoodie and dark jeans, his messy brown hair looking perfectly styled even though it was early. He looked at my bike, then looked at me, a small smile touching his lips. "Hey," Noah said, walking over. "You look like you're having a rough morning." "Hey," I replied, sighing heavily. "My bike died." "Did it break down?" he asked, leaning over to glance at the engine. "Or is it something else?"

*** While the birthday banquet was still in progress, Dylan’s eldest uncle and second uncle had already made the preparations for him for his cycling trip to Aurous Hill. They had arranged for someone to purchase an old Phoenix 28 bicycle and installed a luggage rack on the back of the bicycle so that they could tie his luggage there. After that, they bought him a helmet, a thick down jacket, a sleeping bag, a tent, a water bottle, and so forth.

“Is that...?." “Of course not, look at your present over there." I turned to the direction of where Kalum had pointed and there it was, a beat up bicycle. It was old and worn out, it's tires looked deflated. “Tadaa, we figured that you'd need to use a ride to work." I turned to look at Vinx and Kalum, their faces were serious, they were serious? “So who's the car for?." “It's Nolaine's she drove it here, she's somewhere in the house."

"And thanks man for giving me the opportunity to train. I'll make you proud. I promise." Jack smiled, and with that, their man talk was done. Noah headed for the parking lot. He hopped on his motorcycle and headed home. His bike sputtered, reminding him of the other reason he needed more money. The motor on his bike needed a major overhaul. There was no way he could afford to buy a new one. He didn't want one anyway. This was another one of his comfort zones. He and his Ninja had been together now for over two years. Even if he ever could afford a newer and better one, he'd never sell this one.

His eyes narrow in frustration as he shoots me deadly glares. Ignoring both my uncle's disapproving gaze and the tension in the air, I focus on Noah as he asks if we are ready to go. I nod in response, and he starts the bike, revving it up with a thundering sound. It's my first time riding a superbike, and my nerves are a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Noah Pierce remarked, his voice neutral as he adjusted a map. Cole didn't look up from his tactical display, but the smoke from his cigarette curled more aggressively around his head. "She took that plastic e-bike," Noah added, checking his watch. Cole’s eyes snapped up, flashing a dangerous, predatory gold. "Don't you have a pack census to finish, Noah? Or would you prefer a permanent assignment overseeing the silver mines in the North?"

Maybe I never woke up this morning. I reach down to touch the cold, reassuring metal of the bicycle, and draw back my finger in pain. A delicate rose branch has wound its way around the metal bars, all thorns and small tightly-wound rose buds. I watch as a small crimson drop wells up on my finger. The red paint is cracking off all over the bike, replaced by silvery lichen and wet rust. It's a wreck. This can't be my bicycle. Decay like this doesn't happen overnight. This thing's been out here for years. Maybe even decades.