Biker Wings 소설 & 이야기

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.

In fact, she had the same banner plastered to the wall of her apartment too. There were motorcycle helmets stacked perfectly behind the door, and a punching bag stood in one corner, looking worn out from use along with some dumbbells laying under it. On the shelves, tucked behind trophies and medals from games he had won, were books. Real books. They also looked worn out from reading, and she recognised some classics. They were books she loved, but never imagined a boy like him would ever touch. There was an open sketchbook on another drawer, with a half-finished sketch of a bike. She gasped, fascinated at how good he was. She reached down and slipped open the previous page of the book, and

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

His chiseled jawline was carefully sculpted, and his deep brown spiky hair spread across his face, dancing in the wind and slightly hiding his emerald eyes. Each of them wore similar clothing;. Typical characteristics of bikers. They were in jeans, boots, and a vest that displayed their club color. [WILD HOGS]. They also wore a red neckerchief, the ends clasped with a sliding knot ornament. Gold chains hung on their necks, with earrings attached to their ears. In total, they were the word Perfect itself.

I would still send him home tonight feeling lost. Just then, Dante walked up between us in his tall frame. “You both will ride with the spirit of the brotherhood. You are not allowed to die. If you fall, you rise again.” That was all he said before turning his back and leaving us alone. I didn’t need his motivation. I was ready for this. And thankfully, I had been using the painkiller Dr.Vance gave me to numb the tremble in my left arm. My jaw flexed, teeth grinding as I straddled the beast beneath me. The hell-bound bike was unlike anything street legal—matte black frame, skeletal structure, raw engine growl that sounded more alive than machine. The handlebars vibrated hungrily like it want

I asked, already seeing where this was going. “Damn right,” Kingston chirped, his tone reckless, eyes alight with mischief. “That Deathrider bike we got you wasn’t for f**king decoration it’s because of him. We didn’t want it to be this soon, but Griffin’s been strutting around like he runs the streets. We tried hiring bikers to knock him down, but hell, nobody could. And now?” He gave me a taunting smirk. “Now he’s calling you soft. Saying Rehab washed you up, and if you’re really the fiery rider from years ago, you’ll challenge him.”

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

The bike bounced towards Knox he let out a low growl as the bike skidded to a stop in front of him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Knox growled his eyes glowing as he bowed up. The guards were on their feet in no time. They were coming towards the biker. The biker pulled a crossbow from their back and began firing it at the guards coming. The arrows hit each of their targets making them buckle and fall down. Some succumb to the arrow wounds. The tip of the arrows were silver and then they were also dipped in wolfsbane. Running out of arrows the biker tossed the crossbow down. The biker reached up and pulled off the candy apple red helmet. Holding it in her hand it became a weapon.