Biker Rules Novels & Stories

Jake says, turning to me. I notice the look of horror on Alex's face, probably fearing for Jake's life. Although I’m ruthless, I always allow members of the bikers club to hang out with me, making them get complacent with time, thinking that the rules that applies to the rest of the world no longer applies to them. I smirk and shake the glass in my hands. “If you're that curious just follow Jasper and see for yourself.” I see him shiver from my side vision, making me scoff.

There was a reason for us not letting just anyone on the back of our bikes. Like our homes, that shit was sacred; yeah, we're fucked up like that. There had been a great many who'd wanted the privilege but had been shot down. A fuck was a fuck, but the keeper was a whole different story. A man's bike was for his keeper. "Only a man's true mate should ever be on the back of his bike. I think our rapping brothers call it a ride or die bitch." "Um, I'm not hip; what exactly does that mean?"

Reign is behind his desk, arms crossed, looking like he owns the entire world, which probably isn’t far from the truth. “Sit,” he says, voice flat, like he doesn’t even care if we obey. I stay where I am. Gabe flinches. I don’t. I know better than to show weakness. “These are my Rules,” Reign starts, tapping his fingers on the desk. “Every biker joins the crew on the usual missions. Gabe right? You join the next raid. But you…” I didn't even bother looking at him, but I feel the weight of his gaze anyway. “You’re different. As the best rider and my mate. You train the new ones.”

It takes Matt only a few seconds to extinguish his cigarette. He flicks it to the floor and crushes it under his boot, then quickly makes his way back inside. I remain at the window, my eyes narrowing as I look out. I count the bikes in my head—I can only make out about thirty. Thirty bikes gathered together. I don’t know much about biker rules or culture, but I know this isn’t a good sign. It feels ominous. Only bad things bring everyone together—like death.

He was completely disrespecting my status in my own pack territory, but strangely, the more this Rocco guy spoke, the more interest I picked up in him. He had real balls. The balls of a real villain. He wasn't like the bowing politicians or the crying servants at the palace. He was the 'my rules only' kind of guy. Which was good. Rocco leaned back again, looking at the photos. "There are at least fifty plus biker gangs in your pack territory, Delta Pack. And amongst these fifty, at least forty-eight of them run their businesses very calm and friendly. They don't want trouble with the law. And the others, if there is any rival or violence, it is strictly within themselves. Bikers are not know

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Dean answered simply. She actually has a point. They really have a better chance of winning if that happens. They will gain the upper hand if they use silver bullets against the fighters in the east. But even though I also agree with what the student said, the decision is still up to Dean especially that any equipment with silver alloy is prohibited. Dean was deep in thought and it wasn't long before he shared his thoughts. "Why do you want to learn how to use a gun?" he asked the student I was talking to.

“Stop this!” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with cold amusement. “Why? You said I was heartless. I’m simply proving you right.” “You’re punishing him for nothing!” “No.” His jaw tightened. “I’m punishing him because he let you touch him like that in front of me.” My pulse jumped. “You don’t own me.” His lips curled. “No. But you’re under my roof. My rule. You think I’m going to let my beta put his hands on my healer like she’s free to be grabbed?” His voice deepened. “Not a chance.”

A couple of the guys down there chuckled, "Yo, Kaelen. Isn't that XXX rated?" Kaelen turned to them, snapping the book shut with a small shrug, "Call it a fan commentary," Then his voice dropped and he turned back to her, "A detailed fan commentary," Elias stood up and walked past him without saying a word. The dare was over so there was no reason to stay any longer, but Kaelen wasn't letting her walk away so easily. They walked across the field together, heading out. "Second dare," He said, "Walk me to my Bike,"