Bicycle Nook Novels & Stories

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.

He settled onto the seat, then looked at me expectantly. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered. "Get on." "You can ride a motorcycle?" He raised an eyebrow. "You sound surprised." "I mean..." I gestured vaguely at him. "You're a billionaire and a... boss. Don't you people have drivers for everything? I figured the most physical activity you did was signing checks." "Riding a Harley is necessary for my second identity." Noah said. Fair point. But still. I eyed the motorcycle like it might bite me.

I made my way to the campus delivery station which wasn’t too far from the dorm. I unwrapped my package right there at the station. The bike was a sturdy mountain bike, its frame painted matte black with streaks of hot pink that ran along the body and cables. Its thick, knobby tires gripped the ground, built for rough paths as much as smooth roads. The handlebars were straight and slightly raised, and mounted at the front was a small wire basket, simple but practical, perfect for carrying books, groceries, or whatever could fit. The basket contrasted with the sporty design, giving the rugged bike a touch of everyday usefulness. I loved it!

Noah added. Lucien’s lip twitched. “Good.” 4. A gaming chair that spins. “Noah,” Lucien sighed. “You’ll hurt yourself.” “I’ll heal.” 5. A Nintendo Switch or handheld console. “I can play it when you’re busy,” Noah explained. Lucien hummed. “Maybe.” 6. High-speed uncensored Wi-Fi. Lucien stopped. Looked at the paper, then back at Noah. “Uncensored… for what?” Noah blinked innocently. “Research.”

Lily said while looking around the Vvip parking area. "Stop wait, can you step back a little, I think saw something," Noah said, staring intently at the screen. "In that cornera! isn't that bicycle? Does it have a camera?" Noah asked pointing to a bicycle not far from Rachel's mother's car. Lily paused the video and then zoomed in. "I know! that's Bob's bike! my Dad allowed him to park his bike in the Vvip parking lot. You remember Bob right? Bob is the head of security at the golf counsel" Rachel said with a surprised face.

She was pretty sure the bike was for her, but just to be sure, she turned to look at Knight. The glare had gone and was replaced with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “Do you like it?” “You bought me a new bike,” Sue said dumbly. “It’s a hybrid, so it’s good for on- and off-roading, apparently,” Knight said as he moved past Sue to get to the bike. He wheeled it out into the hallway so Sue could get a better look at it. “It’s got a triple-butted aluminum frame, twenty gears, and a gel flow saddle.”

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful