Biker Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

For me. “I’m much better at it now, promise,” I say truthfully, shoving another absurd spoonful into my mouth, tasting the strange, perfect chaos of chocolate, peanut butter, jam, and brine. “Well, just don’t bring that near me — it stinks.” Her nose wrinkles again. I laugh, chocolate smeared on my fingers. Then my phone beeps. I freeze. Maybe it’s Damion. I miss him already. But no. D Stalker: Soon you will be mine and the biker will be dead #TimeIsTicking

“For once, I’m not the pathetic one. People actually look at me now, not through me.” Blue’s eyes softened for a second, but only a second. “Because I love you, River and loving you means not cheering you on while you walk into a damn lion’s den with a smile.” Tears burned the back of my throat. “He’s not like that.” “Oh, come on,” she scoffed, throwing her hands up. “The biker leader of SGBC? The one who burned down a rival bar because someone insulted his crew? That guy? You think he’s gonna buy you flowers and walk you to brunch?”

They were both lost in the pleasure, and neither of them cared or knew anything about the chaos that was presently ongoing in a different part of the city as a result of their doings. Naomi moaned softly, arching into his touch as he palmed her, feeling her nipples pebble beneath the delicate fabric of her undies. “I can't wait to see the look on Myles's face when he finds out you're the one who finally brought him to his knees,” she purred with her brown eyes gleaming with mischief and pleasure. Damian grinned with his own eyes darkening with lust. “Oh, trust me, I'm going to emerge from this chaos with my own biker gang. Once the dust settles, I'll be the most feared and respected man in t

"But you can't come because Crispin will kill me." "No, the bikers will kill you first." Crispin would bury her and then dig her back up and do it again. It is the stupidest idea I've ever heard from Katy, and from the sounds of it, she has a lot of stupid ideas. Still, I can't let her go wandering off into a clubhouse by herself. I haven't met the bikers myself, but I guarantee they won't find her peeking in windows and then invite her inside for a spaghetti dinner. In college I read Motorcycle Club romance books. I have a pretty good idea what goes down in biker clubs and it isn't a bunch of reformed criminals falling in love.

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.

And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death. Matteo Cruz Valentino. The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate. I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury. I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate. And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?

His grin broadened. “I’d never lost before.” I sneered. “Okay. Get your bike, and let’s begin.” He ordered smugly. His demeanor raised my rebellious attitude. “Not until I see your partner.” “He’s here already.” He merely said, while going over to the Streetfighter. That meant the Superleggera was his partner’s. I felt his presence before I even saw him, and my heartbeat quickened. No, it couldn’t be. ‘Of course it could be, you idiot.’ I chided myself inwardly. He told me he was a biker too.

Oh, wait… I didn’t know what she meant until it happened. The low, hungry roar of an engine broke the quiet. The sound was familiar, too familiar. My lungs locked up. No. It couldn’t be. The chapel doors swung open. A rider strode in, helmet still on, leather jacket catching the dim light. He walked with the same mix of arrogance and ease I remembered, like the world belonged to him and he dared anyone to disagree. He pulled the helmet off. Dark hair fell into storm-gray eyes that locked onto mine instantly, like they’d been searching for me the whole time.

I thought. Here I was thinking the bar area would be somewhere I haven't seen before, only for it to be the same place I was taken to by that young biker yesterday. It still had the same smell of alcohol and weed, but it wasn't as choking as yesterday...the windows were all open. Three plus four plus two is nine. Why was I seeing only eight men? "Hey beautiful, are you here to meet someone?" One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin.

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