Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio

“Cruz… is that…?” Cruz’s fading grin widened. “Hellborn Kings.” The roar of engines grew deafening. Their own gang poured in, guns blazing, cutting through the rival bikers. Blade laughed darkly. “Looks like the cavalry finally decided to show.” Nova clung tighter to Cruz as chaos exploded around them, whispering over and over, “Hold on, please… just hold on…” The gunfire cracked like thunder. Nova’s ears rang, but all she could hear was Cruz’s ragged breathing.

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.

With that, Bryan pulled a book out from his arms and waved it around as he directed his gang. "Come on, set up the formation!" Jean stared at the book in Bryan's hands, completely bewildered. It was a children's illustrated edition of "War and Peace" While "War and Peace" was an ancient text, it didn't contain any usable military strategies! Upon hearing Bryan's command, the biker gang set up a scarecrow in the middle of an open field. Two motorcycles revved up and appeared, with thick iron chains hanging between them. As the motorcycles roared forward, the iron chain slammed into the scarecrow, instantly tearing it apart.

what? Did I just think of Knives as hot and sexy? Because dirty thoughts and bikers should NEVER be breathed in the same sentence in my mind! I hated bikers! They were the reason why my life had turned into a living hell, and the whole point in trying to get away from here was to never set eyes on another biker, EVER!

The book says alpha biker secret TWINS, so we are going to actually take a look at one of the twins. The girl Luna has a lot of story tobe told she is a child with a frightening, barely-understood gift, growing into someone who has to decide what kind of person to be with it. This is her story. Some kids are afraid of the dark. Luna was afraid of feeling people.

Never in such a manner. We have enemies, yes, but only a fool would attack the clubhouse knowing that the club is filled with highly trained bikers, not only that, some members are former military and they know how to fight. But this feels and smells like a massacre. I jump out of my bike and Hera is already off of it. " What the hell?" She whispers and her words are enough to make my blood boil. I run forward, heading to the entrance of the clubhouse. The sight before me is enough to have me freeze.

I kept a close eye on every underground media outlet I could find. Anything that reported on the biker crews around Lucas Corner was usually buried deep in unofficial blogs, anonymous pages and word-of-mouth posts that spread faster than anything legitimate ever could. It was risky to publish anything about those clubs openly, but that didn’t stop people from talking and ever since the way the biker brothers had rushed out of Jane’s apartment, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong and now I had proof.

‘It sounds like a good offer to me,’ I say, with a look of confusion, and Debbie lets out a sigh. ‘This isn’t just any bar. It’s called the Snake Pit, and it’s just as bad it sounds. The Savage Snakes, a biker gang, live next door, and they’re at the Snake Pit every night. I don’t think it’s safe for a young lady to live there, even if it is temporary. The biker gang are known for their savagery and they fight with other biker gangs. Such as, the Spider Backs, who are just as bad as they are. It’s a really bad area, and I want you to be safe,’ she says.

She made a small sound and I heard her step back a few paces. One of the bikers, flashing a bright smile at her, cackling, "Don't go far! I want to motorboat those ripe breasts of yours!" He wouldn't be laughing so hard after I was done with him. The lead biker looked at my son, arching an eyebrow. The exchange was quick but I didn't miss it. "Get them!" the leader ordered, pointing at us. The two gangsters rushed forward, one of them holding out his baseball bat. I grabbed it and rammed my knee into his groin. The biker's eyes had tears of pain flowing down his cheeks, his face turning deep red.