Bicycle Nook Novels & Stories

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

Without second thought,I accelerate by bike and weave through the cars with the every intention of losing them I make a quick left and the black sedan is still behind me. I accelerate again and take a right turn,my heart thumping in my chest. Who the fuck is this? Is it Finn? Does he know that we have a lead on his activities? I wouldn't be surprised if he has. For someone of his calibre,having eyes and ears everywhere isn't farfetched.

“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."

"What kept you? Or should I say who kept you?" Abel smirked but otherwise didn't seem to know anything. Hector wasn't even paying attention. He was too busy talking to Gio's sisters. Noah glanced at Gio, whose expression gave nothing away, but Noah knew there was no way Gio would tell anyone his business. "I just had other plans this year, but I'm here now to make up for it." "Ooh, sounds promising," Rita said, walking up to his bike. "I got a car this year—the Honda out front. Did you see it?"

She’s now standing beside a male colleague, who has brought out several bike options for us to choose from. “Here are the Nomad, Chameleon, Tallboy, and Mountain Bike. They are all worth considering,” the male colleague explains. Caden entwines our fingers and looks at me with a profound smile. “We’ll take the Chameleon,” he says. The name Chameleon reminds me of the same nickname I used to call him back in New York. I stifle a smile and look away, reminiscing about those moments. “It’s three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine dollars,” I hear, breaking my trance.

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.

Vivian wasted no time getting me a complete cycling outfit, preparing for the weekend getaway. When I unwrapped the package, however, I was baffled to find it was a schoolgirl-inspired outfit. The real shock came when Vivian sent me a photo of her cycling gear. Her outfit appeared fully equipped for a ride but hid a cheeky secret underneath. I messaged her a string of question marks. Vivian responded mysteriously, [You don't get it. This is the true joy of cycling.

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!

he replied "Your Mommy is the best mother in the world, remember? Anyway, I better get going. I still have a bus to catch on." Noah and I waved our hands at Justine as he pushed the door closed and began walking to the main entrance of the bus station. Then we took off as soon as he disappeared from our sight. As soon as we got back to the mansion, Noah and I were caught by surprise when Norman patiently waited for us. Beside him were two gorgeous bikes with their pedals laced with wrappers. "Mommy, a bike!" Noah eagerly pointed a finger toward his dad, and even let go of his grip from my hands and sprinted to the bike.