Biker Rules Novels & Stories

It's definitely one of dad's people, someone on the inside. I'm confident that the few I threw out aren't who I'm looking for; they were just plain thugs who tried to live up to the myth of the roughneck biker but were too stupid to cover their tracks. If they had the balls to pull off something like this, I would've noticed it in them. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear.

He replies clicking his knuckles ready to spar with me. I nod and face the warriors, “Good morning, now I know you all want to jump right in but I want to start off with some ground rules. I know those of you from the Crescent Moon Pack don’t have many rules but here on this field we do and they are very important, we have these rules for your safety but also to teach you control, I’m sure there are a few of you here that can tell you what happens if you break these rules.” I say looking at Alister in the crowd. He bows his head as a few nearby look at him.

my serious nature returned; the aura of an alpha enveloped all of them. “Now, let's go over what we discussed at home.” “Nicky, you first.” “Okay, first rule, under no circumstances should you fight; fighting is not allowed.” "Neil." “Second rule, under no provocation should we fight, and also no gambling.” "Nora," I could already feel a headache coming as I looked at her. “Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.”

Clarice got down from her bike and stepped aside. Kaze checked her bike thoroughly. The initial check was normal as he found nothing unusual. However, a racer knew a bike better than him, so if they were to tamper with the bike, they could cause it to break down halfway or destroy it completely. It was easy for a fellow racer to sabotage one another. Moreover, they were on an outdoor track where the rules were set by the home team. If B and his team played dirty, no one would notice.

With gritted teeth, Bruce requires with desperation. “Sorry,” The biker’s voice calm and cold, “inquiring and information, that’s the deal. We can’t make contact. The most we can do is to make a delivery and sneak a look into the house, but that’s it. Even that takes at least 10 minutes’ preparation.” “I’ll double the payment,” Taking a deep breath, Bruce tires his best to suppress the spouting anger. “It’s not about money,” Though hearing his anger, the rider doesn’t flinch at all, “Sorry. We have our rules. No can do.”

His thumb brushed the inside of her pulse and she could feel in her bones the night they’d had before, the ones before that, a history written in pressure points and denied tears. “Move,” she said, and he did because strategy turns him on more than blood. Between the three of them, the crate met water and the decoy went where the light would fall and the men without flags would shoot first. Tires hissed by the front drive; another team, another problem. “Go,” Alessio murmured to the biker without looking at him. Command sits easy on some men; resentment sits easy too. The biker didn’t argue. He revved, he vanished, and the night folded around the gap he left.

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

the tall, stout man order. “Aye, Buzz,” Cody replied, and turned to leave but before he gave me ‘I am watching you’ sign. Buzz walked to me, “ You have to ride in the middle,” he said, I nodded. I didn't know this man but it seems like he knew something. We rode to their club with me in the middle, I parked my bike and walked with the bikers into the club, as I entered everyone was looking at me. The air smells like sex and alcohol, some bikers and cum slut were fucking in the club.

Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be. "I do not see you as a threat, more of a means to an end, so are we good to go," I said. This worm had wasted enough of my time. "We need a guarantee just to keep the good faith that you can keep your word," The biker girl said. I turned to Frank and nodded. With a burst of unexpected speed and dexterity, he grabbed his two handguns and three loud shots rang out and the three male bikers fell over their bikes never to get up again.