Biker Rules Novels & Stories

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.

What then? "Damn you, you son of a bitch!" one man cries, and with one swift movement, he kicks the tall biker hard in the balls. He screams in agonizing pain and falls over on the ground, taking me with him. I stand up as quickly as I can and finally take a good look at the mess around us. Bikers and townsmen are punching, kicking, and throwing each other across the bar. A biker tosses a man onto a pool table, but a cowboy grabs a cue stick and slams it into his back, making him topple over in paralyzing pain.

“It was good knowing you.” In a minute, that gorgeous bike would be smashed to smithereens. The thing with werewolf motorbike races–it started with a motorbike and ended in wolf form. The rule was that halfway through the race, the bikers would shift into their wolf and do the final round of the race. Extra points for those who ruin their bikes in the process. It sounded messed up, but to witness those giant beasts as they shifted and smashed the living daylights out of a metal machine their size was a thrill beyond comparison.

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.

The fact that his contender was an unranked member seemed to add salt to injury. But the rules of succession were clear. A vote and a duel. The vote was a formality. The duel was where the real election happened. Two men. One open field. No weapons allowed, especially not the deathly machete club members were known to carry. No referee. No time limit. Just a brutal fight under the watchful glare of patch members, until one man proved he was vicious enough to lead. Worse than losing the duel, the loser had to forfeit his bike to the winner — a humiliation ritual that drove most out of the club. What was a biker without a bike?

I asked him in disbelief to confirm it again. “Yes love it's yours,” he said while giving me the key on which happy birthday love was written. Making my heart jolt in happiness. “But there are some strict rules you have to follow. Like you will ride this bike on your own when you completely learn it after I teach you and when I'm not around you are strictly prohibited to touch it,” he said in his firm voice. I nodded at him. I accept all his rules. “Now let's go so we can celebrate your birthday in some different way,” he said with an evil smirk plastered to his handsome face.

“I don’t know what happened in that cabin, and frankly, I don’t care. But whatever this is between you two ends now.” Heat flooded my face. “That’s not your decision to make.” “It is when it gets Knox killed.” The word hit like a blow. “Killed? What are you talking about?” Melissa’s laugh was bitter. “You really don’t know, do you? About the rule?” “What rule?” “The relative rule.” She moved even closer, lowering her voice to barely above a whisper. “No romantic or sexual relationships between Vipers and Vipers’ family members. It’s one of the oldest, most sacred rules in the club. Break it, and the punishment is death. Public execution.”