Biker Booktok Novels & Stories

Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

“Poison, you aren’t solving any of your problems by running away.” “Well, I wasn’t solving any of my problems by staying there either.” “Boss has checked him out. He thinks you are safer with him than on the road. Whatever happened between you two, he thinks it was a misunderstanding.” “Easy for him to say. Either way, too bad, so sad. I am a biker b&tch now. You made me that way.” “You are not meant to be a biker. This world is not for you. Not long-term anyway.”

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.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

I rev up my engine and speed up. I guess the biker doesn't like playing chicken as much as he thought, because he freaks out and books it and suddenly the entire biker gang falls away, knowing I'm not in the mood to play. It's about damn time! Do not mess with me right now! I grab my radio. "Beckett, that damn biker gang is back. See what you can do with them. And find out who the driver is for that Ram! I want them all behind bars!" I growl.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.