Novel & Cerita Biker Rules

“Last man who asked me that price is still choking on it. Along with two of his friends lying dead. You’re big, but it’d still only take me half a heartbeat to tear your head off and use it as a shot glass.” He laughs, dark, delicious, and shrugs off his shirt. It hits the floor like surrender. Then he took his fur cap off too. Ink covers every inch of him, old runes, skulls, a crowned wolves, and right in the middle of his forehead, the mark of the Reaper Saints. Real outlaw blood. Not just pack royalty. This man eats wolves for breakfast. He's in a biker association. He still doesn’t scare me. I roll my shoulders. “Kneel,” I tell him. “Apologize for your dogs putting hands on me.”

He took it from me with a smile. “Good job, flower. Now, recite the rules on the way home.” We began to head towards the house where I knew my mother would be waiting for us with sandwiches and chips. He eyed me sideways, waiting patiently. I walked silently for a moment. “Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.”

Sienna cross The first shot of whiskey burned, the second completely numbed me, and the third....the third made me forget how to care. I wasn’t even sure how I ended up at the Pit, it was some biker bar on the edge of the city, as I walked in the lights were flickering and there was something sticky on the floor, only God knows what it is..... I knows I shouldn't be here...but something about the neon lights and noise matched the chaos in my head.

There is a line of masked people waiting to get in. "There are the rules." Liam points to a poster on the brick wall. It reads, Rule One - Death or lasting harm must be consensual Rule Two - Don't intervene Rule Three - Do what you're told Rule Four - Don't ignore the safe word The third one gives me chills. I can't imagine all of the terrified girls that roll through here. Liam looks down at me. His eyes make my heart skip a beat. "Last chance to turn around Nara."

I went on. “I know the rule. No biker walks away before forty-five. I know how serious it is. But Myles has given years of his life to this club. He’s bled for it. He’s fought for it. He’s kept you all together. He deserves more than anyone to be considered if he wants a different life now.” Bruno slammed his palm on the table. “Bullshit,” he growled. “You don’t just get to smile pretty and ask for favors here.” His voice was harsh. “He signed his blood in this club. You don’t walk away like it’s a damn church service.”

I just needed to figure out what to say when I messaged her. X-Biker Friend: Hi there, I wanted to let you know that I'll be unavailable for a while - more than just a few days. I won't be able to take any phone calls, and my responses to texts might be delayed, but I'll get back to you when I can. I enjoyed hanging out with you and am excited to see you again once I return.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Kian Just as I expected, there was an ocean of bikes parked outside the clubhouse. Two prospects stood guarding them. No one got in who didn't belong here. Those were the rules. Our dress code was simple: shit-kicking biker boots, jeans, and leathers. For women, it was anything worthy of easy access. The only females here were the ones who served beer or fucked for cash. “You remember what we talked about, right?” I whispered beside Gia's ear. “Let me do all the talking.”

He stood on his bike and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a calculative gaze as he thought of ways to overtake the riders in front of him. Amanda's breath became heavy, anxiety creeping through her veins as she rubbed her clammy hands together. “Which team do you think is gonna win, Amanda?” Charlotte asked, nibbling her lower lips with her gaze fixed on the bikers Amanda let out a cool breath and replied nervously, “I - I dunno. I'm just hoping Adrian makes it to the top five…” According to the game's rules, during the first round, all bikers from multiple clubs must race against each other at the same time.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.