Novel & Cerita Biker Rules

“Fuck you man,” “What are the rules?” I asked him, wearing my helmet and buckling it up, cause it's about to get really dirty. “It's a race of no rules. The only rule of the game is to start and finish.” he replied, smiling. He was smiling way too much today, it's beginning to get on my nerves. “Although, once you back out half way, you lose and you have to pay up whatever you bet and owe.” He added. Viper revved his black yahama, his eyes hidden behind the visor. “ Are you ready to lose again Cassian?” he said, smirking.

After tonight, there won't be any question about who runs this scene. "Alright, riders!" Tommy the commentator's voice boomed across the makeshift track. "Before we get this party started, let's go over the rules!" "There are rules?" shouted one of the riders, causing laughter to ripple through the crowd. "Damn right there are rules!" Tommy shot back with a grin. "Rule number one: No lethal force! That means no guns, no knives, no chains, no bats - none of that bullshit!" "What about everything else?" called out Marcus, one of Paxton's crew.

He also knew he was looking at the future King of the Blue Moon Bikers. Maverick learned quickly; he had to. Sean tried his best to scupper every chance he was given, and at first, the younger boy fell for his schemes, wanting to be the ‘Prince’s’ friend. The teenager soon discovered he was being set up to fail and look stupid in the eyes of William, the first time those kind eyes turned to him in disappointment was the last. He stopped trying to be Sean’s friend and, more importantly, he stopped covering for his mistakes. His gut instincts told him the King’s brother would soon make a fatal mistake as he took more and more risks as he tried to impress his friends and look like a future King

She still wouldn't look at me. A guy I didn't recognize stepped forward, holding a red flag. He was tall and built like he'd been in a few fights. "Rules are simple," he shouted so everyone could hear. "Straight shot down the strip, first one to cross the line at the other end wins. No weapons, no sabotage, just you and the bike." Gabriel revved his engine, and the sound ripped through the night air. I did the same and felt the vibration run through my whole body. This was it.

, the inquisitive little queen that she is. “There is a code we bikers live by. My father violated that code and by that same code my actions were considered justified”, I told her, since she'd learn about it sooner or later anyway. “That, and I had already been running the crew for a few years at that point”! “For a bunch of bikers, you’re hardly ever on them”, she says. Being a biker is so much more than riding them, but even we know how weather limitations work. “It’s cold and wet, we’re not reckless”, I tell her.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

"I am just saying that this motorcycle club has real needs that aren't being met. We have got young prospects waiting around for months just to get their patches, we have got big deals waiting on your final approval, and you are spending all your free time playing house with a regular civilian girl who walked into our bar five days ago asking for a fake date." The entire room went completely, deathly quiet. Nobody moved a muscle. Even Jax looked incredibly uncomfortable, his eyes darting between Stone and the older bikers. Stone slowly released his tight grip on my hip and took two long, heavy steps forward, his massive, towering presence suddenly filling up the entire living space. "Tessa i

When they walked in, Prez, Traci, VP, Scribe, Radar, Tracker, and Cash were already in the office waiting for them. "Take a seat." Prez ordered. They sat down on the small couch to the side of his desk. VP was sitting on one side of the desk, while Scribe, Radar, Tracker, and Cash were sitting at the table. "We have rules in place for safety reasons. We all have to follow these safety protocols to keep our brothers and families safe. We all voted on these rules when we began this club. One of those safety rules is not getting involved with a victim or client." Prez explained.