Biker Booktok Novels & Stories

From the way the biker is smirking at me, I have a feeling he’s picked up on my attraction and is planning on using it to his advantage. He walks up to me and a chill runs up my spine. What’s he going to do? He does the last thing I’m expecting and undoes the binding around my wrists. After undoing my wrists, the biker swiftly pulls off my white tee. He undoes my bra, releasing my soft tits. I’m completely naked now, and the biker takes a second to savor my body. I start to cross my arms across my chest, but the biker stops me.

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

“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.”

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

Another side to him. Then, Elias gasped as her eyes fell on another book. It was sitting on the drawer next to the closet door, and the familiar humiliating title of the book ' My Biker Boy Fantasies ' made her bite her lips. The pages were folded, indicating that he had been reading it recently. "Oh God," Elias murmured as she approached the book, "How long is he gonna keep reading this?!" Just then, Kaelen stepped out of the closet wearing nothing but pants. Elias panicked for a second, startled by the sound and she spun a little too fast.

A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

The guy stood, tattoos coiling up his forearms like ivy. Gabe blinked up. “Oh, shit…” The biker grabbed his collar and lifted him like laundry. “Look, mate,” Gabe said, breathless, “can we talk this over? I don’t dance on first dates.” “No,” the biker said, and threw him. Gabe hit a snooker table, beer geysering into a bystander’s lap. The biker was on him again, a piston of a fist sending him careening into Andrew. Andrew laughed, holding his ribs. “Now this is entertainment.”

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

"Come on out, sweetheart. We are not going to hurt you." Another lie. Everything was lies. "Where is Damien?" My voice cracked. "Your biker trash? Probably bleeding out somewhere." He reached for me. "Now move. Boss wants you delivered intact." I kicked at his hand. "Do not touch me!" He laughed, grabbing my ankle and yanking hard. I hit the floor, air exploding from my lungs. He dragged me out of the hiding space, my fingernails scraping uselessly against concrete. "Feisty. Victor will like that."

"I am choosing to end it." He stared at me for a long moment. Then pulled me into his arms. "You are going to give me a heart attack one of these days." "Probably. But at least it will be interesting." We left Chicago at dawn. All twenty bikers accounted for. Some wounded, none dead. Diane's operations destroyed. Message sent. On the drive back to Nevada, I dozed against Albert's shoulder, exhausted. "Eva," he said quietly. "You know she is not going to honor that deal, right? She will come back."