Novel & Cerita Biker Boyfriend

“I hate you! I felt bad about myself, you should know that!” He laughed. “So who’s the cry baby now?” I sniff. “Why did you left last night and sounded so sad?” He scratch his nape while looking down. “I was. So climb up now before I’ll leave again.” Because of that, I slump up to Levi’s big bike that he used once again. He was about to turn back when the automated gate opened, showing Damian’s Raptor. “Your boyfriend.”

I do the same, and we both head outside, where two bicycles are waiting for us against tree trunks. “I hope you can ride a bike,” he says. I roll my eyes, “I’m a good rider.” I freeze when I realize that my words sounded wrong. I see him lower his face, he’s on the verge of exploding with laughter. My boyfriend turns to look at me and smirks, “I can’t oppose you on this one.” he winks and gets on the bicycle, leaving me with my blushing cheeks.

I whispered. "What sort of trouble?" my brother questioned, leaning forward in his chair and placing his hands on the table. I sighed as I began to explain. "You remember Derick, right?" He nodded. "Your boyfriend." "Yeah, well, he's not my boyfriend anymore," I stated bluntly. "What happened?" Nick asked concern etched into his features.

“Don’t touch me.” His grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice a grating whisper in my ear. “Or what? Your big bad biker boyfriend’s not here to save you.” The words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let him see it. My free hand balled into a fist at my side, nails digging into my palm. “I don’t need anyone to save me, dickhead.”

Parties weren't my world; case law and deadlines were, but it was Mikes world Still… something pulled at me, to open the group chat. Maybe instinct. Maybe self-destruction. I tapped the video. The screen filled with strobe lights, and the music was so loud I could almost feel it through my phone. The camera shook, laughter spilling into the mic, someone yelling incoherently. Then the frame steadied. And there he was. My boyfriend. Sitting back on a couch in the club, relaxed, smiling—free. A girl on his lap, her face not visible from the camera angle, her body was grinding into him moving to the rhythm of the music. His hands rested on her waist.

he tried to grab me, but I yanked his hands off. He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m here to pick you up.” I folded my arms. “And who are you to do that?” “Your husband, of course.” I scoffed. “You’re either delusional or you’re crazy. You seem to have forgotten that we are divorced. Stop being a creep and leave.” I took a seat, and he grabbed my arm, yelling. “Why?! So you could be on a date with that biker!” “He is way better than you,” I said.

“I'm just 25. I don't need marriage. Do I seem that old to you?” “Well, you're the oldest amongst us.” “And you're the youngest and cutest. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. First night back with us, after so many years.” Jennifer relaxed slightly, her head falling naturally to rest against his broad chest. His warmth was familiar and safe. His scent was all motorcycles and spice, but it was all she ever fantasized about. And on his laps earlier? She felt like she was dragging towards everything she had ever thought of. Blaze gently rubbed her forehead, talking about plans for the motorcycle club. But Jennifer wasn’t listening.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

We are started out as friends, then we became enemies, before in a cheesy way love conquered all. I was broken, abandoned, abused, and bullied. But all that only made me who I was supposed to be. Their woman, their wife, the mother to our girls. I may not be a mafia princess, but they are my bikers. They are my best friends, my men, and my destiny. And I can’t wait to see what else is thrown at us because I know no matter what it is, we will come out of it on top and stronger than before. The End.

"Sweetheart, I don't want to be disrespectful, but I'd be willing to bet he's the one who lacks imagination." Fiona shouldn't preen. She wasn't. She was just...sipping her beer and not smiling. "You love this guy or something?" The biker's face scrunched up over the word love, as though it were distasteful to him. "Scott? Hell no." She set the glass down, sputtering a laugh. "Then-what's the big deal?" He was the real rough-around-the-edges type. Big. Wide shoulders. Hands large enough to...be scary. Long hair, scruffy beard. Sharp eyes. He was dangerous, but also...under control.