Biker Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Hey—” I freeze when I see her eyes. Pure fear. “Where did you run into the Princes of Sin MC?” she asks. So I was right. A motorcycle club. I glance at the shredded paper and hiss. “That took me ages to sketch. His brother, Damien, is their…” I frown, remembering the way Ernest and Jude addressed him. “Their president.” Her breath catches. “Don’t tell me he’s—” “The Reaper?” She grabs my shoulders and shoves me back against the wall. I gasp. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

My hands trembled in my lap and I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms until they burned. The car rolled to a stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them stood a sprawling mansion, dark and imposing against the evening sky. Bikers moved around the courtyard, some repairing bikes, others sparring shirtless with knives glinting in the last rays of sunlight. Wolves padded between them, their eyes reflecting the headlights like liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just some biker gang. It was something else. Something ancient and terrifying. And why did they have wolves as....pets?

One wall down at a time. And maybe then, I'll start demanding to be more than just his arm candy at the clubhouse. Sooner rather than later, though. Because I meant what I told Alyssa—one day, I'm gonna be a bad bitch biker in my own right. Nina suddenly looks past me, a teasing grin spreading across her face. "Well, look at that—I see she didn't kill y'all."

he said. I didn't bother responding; I just slammed the door and went straight to the garage. As I started my bike and drove off, while still on the road, I turned on my phone and immediately called one of my partners in the biker race. "I am on my way. Get everything ready. I want to start as soon as I can. I am so enraged at this moment, and I know I'm going to win. Find people to bet on me," I said and ended the call while speeding along the road, not caring about any of the traffic rules because, at this point, nothing frustrated me more than the fact that I had to stay away from Blair.

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I can feel it. We pass a group of younger wolves near the edge of a field. One of them nudges the other, whispering something as we ride by. We ride further out until the space opens up. And then I see it. The MC. Bikes lined up outside. Engines, tools, the familiar scent of oil hanging in the air. Calix pulls in and kills the engine. I get off, pulling the helmet off slowly. There are people here. Not just random members. His men.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

They're all looking at me like I'm something that might bite. "Boss," one of them says, nodding to Ryder. "Clean pickup?" he continues, eyeing the blood on my face. "Three enforcers down, but alive." Ryder moves to my side, his hand settling on my lower back. The touch sends electricity up my spine. "They'll have headaches for a week." The biker crosses his arms over his chest. "And the girl?" "She's mine." The possessive edge in his voice makes my wolf stir with interest. Ryder's amber eyes scan the group of men. "Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me directly."

I dried my hands on a towel and walked to the window, telling myself I was being dramatic. Rain had started falling, big fat drops hitting the glass. The streetlights made everything look blurry and yellow. And then I saw it. Matte-black Harley, silver claw marks scratched into the tank exactly like the ones I just painted today. Exactly like the ones Knox put on my old bike when we were seventeen and stupid in love. The bike slowed down… circled once… twice… then rolled to a stop right in front of my building. My stomach dropped to my feet. The rider sat there for a second, rain pouring off his helmet. Then he reached up, pulled it off slow, and shook out wet black hair.

He kissed me again, and just like that, he was inside me for a second round, giving slow back strokes as he turned me to the side and pressed his chest against my back. Once, he had been my ruin. The biker stepbrother I wasn’t supposed to fall for. The chaos I didn’t know how to survive. And yet, here he was… my home, my calm, the light that found me after everything burned. Curled against him, wrapped in warmth and certainty, I knew this much with absolute clarity— Jeremy and I were not a phase. Not a mistake. Not a story that ended. We were unending. THE END. ——