Biker Names Novels & Stories

And the crowd completely lost their minds for her. “GO SOREYA!” “SOREYA IS TAKING THIS!” “THE BEAST BIKER DOESN’T STAND A CHANCE!” Their voices echoed loudly across the station while flashing lights reflected across helmets, bikes, and screaming faces. Meanwhile nobody screamed my name. Not one person. The realization hit harder than I expected. For years, people used to chant my title with excitement the second I touched a bike. Back then, the Beast Biker wasn’t just a nickname. It was fear, respect and power.

“They say that if the pipes are loud, ongoing traffic will hear them, but the sound from the exhaust goes straight out of the back end. All it does is make them go deaf prematurely—” “And piss pedestrians off,” Brennan grumbled. As the bike approached, I tilted my head to the side, recognizing that it wasn’t a Sunday rider on the back of it. “Biker,” Conor confirmed. “No tags,” I murmured. “Does there need to be? Nearest MC to us is the Sinners,” Brennan pointed out. “He’s not wearing a cut.” I lifted my cellphone and as the biker drove by, I snapped a photo, full frontal and a real beauty, then immediately sent it to Conor, whose own cell buzzed as he received it.

Long, golden-hair guy was the first to see me. He knew my name just like the rest of the guys at Ethan’s workshop. Maybe it was time for me to get to know them too since it looked like my life was going to involve bimonthly visits to fix up my motorcycle. “Hey guys, it’s Jay the Ghost Rider,” he announced. I waved at him, a little shy. Ghost Rider became my nickname after my third visit to the workshop. Everytime I came, there was something awfully bad about my bike.

she responds while standing. "Why don't we all sit down," Parker suggests and we all do except Ty and Tris; who are on the floor playing with a few of their toys from the diaper bag. Axel pulls me onto his lap as Riley does the same with Julia, as Phillip asks curiously; "Is your son's middle name after Riley?" "No, a female biker who helped Luke deliver him on the side of the road was named Riley." "Well that's nice, I'm sure it would have been weird for you and your ex if what I asked was true."

“It’s none of your business.” I take a closer look at David, he looks different. The easy charm he usually carries is buried under the dark edge of his appearance. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, the words Hell Raiders stitched across the back in bold white. The emblem — a skull wrapped in flames — gleams faintly in the light, worn but intimidating. His jeans are torn, his boots scuffed, and his hair a little messy. My stomach twists. Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders.

I can't help but smile. " I wouldn't have remembered I did such a thing if you didn't mention it." I reply. " That Zero. Can't he shut his mouth for once?" I cuss at him. " We have a bro code. He can't keep anything from me especially if it concerns my old lady." Mason replies..I smile and look away, hiding a blush. Did he just call me his old lady? According to bikers,you only refer to a woman as your old lady after you claim her. It's a way of telling everyone else in the club that she belongs to you.

“The biker guy. What’s his name? Is he single? Does he have a brother? Or a cousin? Or a heartbeat?” ‎ ‎“I don’t know his name,” I said automatically. ‎ ‎I did know it. ‎Zayden. ‎ ‎And it tasted weirdly… dangerous… saying it in my head. ‎ ‎“Well whoever he is,” Nina continued dramatically, “I’d like to thank him for punching your ex in the jaw. Men like that should be knighted.” ‎ ‎“Right?” another stylist chimed in. “And that jawline? Jesus. He could lead a revolution with that face.”

I said to distract myself, causing both Meme and Kyle to laugh. “I dunno, what kind of name is Lala?”, he counters. “It’s not a name, it's the noise little kids make when they’re trying to annoy their parents! And Spin is an appropriate name for the biker king, don’t you think”? I don’t care how sexy he sounds, he just made fun of my name! Wait… Did he just say, biker king? “I find it hard to believe the biker king dove into a lake to save some girl he doesn’t even know”, I say skeptically.

All of them were armed as well. Monster, Buck and Maverick as the enforcers for the club were already there. They searched each biker. Finally, they concluded they were clean of knives and whatever other weapons they could have hidden. A rather tall man ‒ wearing a Messenger’s cut and patch but not built as bulky as most of the men present ‒ took a step forward. “You may not know who I am.” He glared right at Breed. Breed crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re MC name is Wire. You are a first Lieutenant for the Hade’s Messengers.”

How could I? Suddenly, my dick is standing straight up and pushing at my zipper. Fuck me! His is going to be like something out of a fucking dream. Holy hell, this isn’t going to be an exercise in trying to get hard. This is going to be me trying not to cum too soon. Holy shit! I had decided my name before I had started working with my first couple. Lancer. It’s a synonym for a rider. A play on my name.