Biker Books Novels & Stories

He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

As they walked and reached an empty road where the two were alone, Iris pulled her hand and tried to jerk his hands that were too tightly held to set loose. "Ben this cannot happen." she shouted. "What?" He asked confused. Right then two bikers in a bike rode in the area and started eve teasing "Hey girl need a shoulder" and they sped their bike making a grunting noise. They rode few meters and sped back to us circling us around The rider was wearing a helmet but the one sitting behind was throwing dirty words at Iris "your guy screwed up. Come to me. I am great pleaser in the bed." Ignoring them they walked ahead but the biker gave a grunting race to his bike and followed them "Wanna have t

Mom was begging the same guy who’d raped me and targeted me. “Come on, let’s go.” I didn’t fight when Lucas led me to the car, then we drove off. Mom was still with Becky. When we got home, Lucas walked me inside. I couldn’t think straight at all. I needed to know what the hell was really going on. “Listen to me, Casey. Stay away from Becky. He’s dangerous. He’s a drug dealer, he rapes women, he does all kinds of chaotic shit… “ I stared blankly at Lucas. “Aren’t all bikers like that?”

he questioned. Thinking they might easily take Austin down, the riders charged. Austin, however, had a secret: he was a trained fighter from college days. The first biker swung at Austin, but he readily dodged the blow. Austin struck back with a quick jab, finding the biker's jaw. Following the sound of the impact, the motorcyclist yelled in agony and tripped backward. Other riders immediately followed, each one trying to bring Austin down. Austin was a force to be reckoned with, though, his actions rapid and exact. He took down biker after biker, his fighting abilities developed over years of practice.

I scoffed, setting my glass down hard on the wood. "You wanted the girls dead, Julian. I gave that to you. Which specific biker gang took them is absolutely none of your business. Whatever extra details I find out during my missions do not concern your office. But..." I paused, holding his gaze. I leaned closer. “If you want to know so much, let me give you a free piece of advice... avoid angering the bikers in this region. Those people contribute heavily to the underground safety of this entire pack. Your royal toy security alone cannot make this territory safe for everyone to stay. Leave them be. Next?"

“You really are determined to destroy everything your father built.” Anger flared through my chest. “You grabbed me.” He tilted his head. “You slapped me verbally in front of half the city.” “That is not the same.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” He turned to face me. “But what your little biker friend did inside? That is.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Adrian watched me carefully. “You should know something about men like him,” he said. “What?” “They don’t survive in my world.”

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

Ace explained. "Ok." Lainey agreed. She wanted no part of that. Some of her favorite romance books to read were Biker Romances. She had no idea how real or made up they were. But normally people got their ideas from somewhere, right? They walked through the main room which was oddly clean and spacious. She figured for a bunch of guys it would be dirty and beer cans or bottles everywhere. A lot of the stories she read were like that. But then she remembered, they were all retired military.

“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.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.