Biker Gang Books Novels & Stories

“What’s your name?” He hesitates, like he’s deciding whether I’m allowed to know it. “Jude.” “Nice name,” I lie without blinking. The corner of his mouth twitches. Is that… a smile? I keep going. “So, Jude. This Reaper of yours. Your boss?” He tilts his head instead of answering. Then I see it. The motorcycle. My stomach tightens and I rub my wrist again. Motorbikes have always meant bad things for me. Broken doors. Raised voices. Leather jackets and fear. Last night, the alcohol made me brave. This morning, the nightmares reminded me who I really am.

“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.

Addie replied. "Well, not all bikers are bad. I should know, my brother is one. I also dated one for a while until I got bored with him." Paris explained. "Is your brother in the biker club that's here tonight?" Addie asked. "Yes, he is. His name is Ian, and he's one of their Sargent At Arms. His road name is Joker." Paris replied. "Road name?" Addie asked. "Yeah. It's like their nickname the club gives them." Paris explained.

Qin Haodong's expression darkened as he said, "Hurry up and give me a refund of the remaining three months' rent. Otherwise, you won't be able to afford the consequences!" "Brat, don't you bloody talk to me like that! Do you know who I am? The boss of the Biker Gang and I are brothers. When my brother comes, I will skin you..." Li Hui was spitting everywhere when suddenly a roar of motors sounded. A dozen motorcycles drove over with a burst of smoke, led by a Crown Prince motorcycle. Xiong Tiejun, the boss of the Biker Gang, was sitting on it. When Li Hui saw those motorcycles, he immediately shouted arrogantly, "Do you see that, brat? My brother is here. You are now in big trouble!"

The large gang of riders and drivers they had brought with them filled the small street and once the engines had been cut, a deafening silence filled the sticky air. “Gabriel Grayson, Alpha of the infamous renegades, it’s good to see you again.” Dynamite Al dismounts from his bike, the short chubby half-wolf grins and greets me. “Your boys tell me you got some trouble. I didn’t believe it at first because you are the trouble.”

Just thinking about stuff', I replied awkwardly. 'About what happened yesterday', he clarified my misinterpretation. Oh. About that. Not wanting to lie, I said, 'I'm coping', truthfully. 'Maybe this may help you', he said, pushing today's newspaper to me. 'What is it?', I asked as I finished the last of the pancakes. 'Five people of a biker gang killed yesterday in a police drug raid', Kade replied. I sucked in a breath, dreading the answer he was about to give. ' did you do it?'

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.

I know," I said, burying my face in his vest. The weight of the last few weeks finally crashed down on me. I had seen a murder, been kidnapped, survived a war, and saved my father. I had lost the life I knew and found a new one in the middle of a biker gang. I looked at my hands—they weren't shaking anymore. They were steady, ready for whatever the road had in store for us next. We walked out of the mansion as the sun began to rise over the mountains, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and gold. The Phantoms were already on their bikes, their engines idling in a low, rhythmic thunder that sounded like a victory lap. Ruan led me to his Harley. He didn't put on his helmet right away.

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And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.