Biker's Novels & Stories

We looked at the pack land together in the early morning, and I thought about the highway in the dark and the bond reaching toward something it couldn't reach yet, and I thought about what it meant to be the thing it was reaching toward without knowing it. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Okay." "The riding." I paused. "The motorcycle. You've been doing it your whole life. What is it about it." He thought about this for a moment. "It's the only thing where the speed is inside the experience rather than outside it," he said. "In a car you're watching the speed. On a bike you're in it. Your body is part of the physics." He paused. "During the feral years it was the only time the noise i

"I'm doing this. With or without legal approval." Sarah closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. But I'm going to be there. With paramedics on standby. And if this goes sideways, I'm pulling you out myself." "Deal." As we walked out of the police station, I kept my arm around Lisa. People stared—we'd become infamous. The biker enforcer and his society bride. The alliance nobody wanted. "Jackson," Lisa said quietly. "That photo of your truck. You weren't anywhere near the Iron Wolves clubhouse that night."

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

A ruthless hand fisted in his collar, yanking him upright, forcing him to look at the man who was destroying him. “You think this is a joke?” The biker’s voice was low, distorted through the helmet, but the rage in it was unmistakable. Lucas gritted his teeth. “Screw you.” The biker exhaled, almost like a laugh. Then he drove his knee straight into Lucas’s gut. Lucas collapsed. His hands scrambled against the pavement as he choked, his lungs seizing, his ribs screaming. His friends didn’t move. Didn’t dare. The biker crouched down, grabbing Lucas’s face, forcing him to meet his hidden gaze.

’ When he was angry, his Irish accent thickened, forced laughter filled the club as his men stood up, making a semi-circle behind him. ‘Go back to your unhinged fucking master and tell him if he tries to harm a hair on his daughter's head, I will bring him to the MC council myself and denounce him for the fucking nonce he is. Capeesh?’ Tony backed away toward the door, feeling sick, he knew what was coming next and took the coward's way out, shoving the young prospect toward the angry Bikers he turned tail and fled. Mavericks men were not monsters, instead of hurting the young prospect, some of them stopped to help him up while the rest chased after Tony catching him before he reached his bi

I rev up my engine and speed up. I guess the biker doesn't like playing chicken as much as he thought, because he freaks out and books it and suddenly the entire biker gang falls away, knowing I'm not in the mood to play. It's about damn time! Do not mess with me right now! I grab my radio. "Beckett, that damn biker gang is back. See what you can do with them. And find out who the driver is for that Ram! I want them all behind bars!" I growl.

She nodded with a smile. "Give us the money now and we will lead you there," The biker girl said. "I have no time for time wasters, lead us there and you will get your money, if not then you are of no use to me," I said coldly. "Me and my bike men feel differently, wait do you think we can not just kill you now and take your car?" She replied in a venom-filled voice. That was the Toll Biker gang for you. Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be.

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

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.

He crumpled, gasping. The other bikers were on their feet now, stepping closer with tension in their shoulders. One of them—bearded, older—started toward us. “Yo, what the hell, man? You wanna pick a fight?” I pointed a finger at all of them, breathing hard but steady. “You want to catcall people? Fine. Be trash. But you keep your hands to yourself. You think someone having good looks is permission? You think a tight jean or a walk to the pump is an invitation? Newsflash—”