Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

Lines of code, bright against the dark. The first bike jolted, then veered sharply, the rider screaming as he flipped over the handlebars and slammed into the asphalt. Another followed, then another, dropping like dominoes. “What the—” My voice cracked. One by one, every biker convulsed, lost control, their machines swerving wildly before exploding into fire or skidding across the road. The smell of burning gasoline filled the air, the sound of shattering bones mixing with the scrape of metal.

Law was feeling a little raw after finally getting revenge against the fucker that had taken out his family, but the son hadn't been there, so that meant we were still in it. I saw a hot new chick off in the corner, but she already had more testosterone on her than flies on shit. Since we had formed the club, there was more pussy in and out these doors than we knew what to do with. I'm not sure what it was about bikers and bikes that make women crazy, but I've never seen anything like it until now. I hadn't seen this one here before, though; I think I would've remembered that ass that my eyes kept drifting back to.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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I quickly started walking away. Suddenly, a bike zoomed past me, way too close, making me jump. The bike stopped right in front of me, blocking my path. I shuddered. I didn't know the guy. What was clear was he wasn't a Black Hell member. His jacket clearly said "Fallen Bike." A skull image made it even more terrifying. The biker came closer to me. He was tall, muscular, with a wild stare. He smiled, sticking out his tongue like I was a tasty snack. "Who are you, Sweetheart?" The guy immediately asked me. "I've never seen you in this small town?"

the tall, stout man order. “Aye, Buzz,” Cody replied, and turned to leave but before he gave me ‘I am watching you’ sign. Buzz walked to me, “ You have to ride in the middle,” he said, I nodded. I didn't know this man but it seems like he knew something. We rode to their club with me in the middle, I parked my bike and walked with the bikers into the club, as I entered everyone was looking at me. The air smells like sex and alcohol, some bikers and cum slut were fucking in the club.

My bullet sliced his tires open and he and his bike went flying and crashing to the other side of the road. The second biker fired at me, and the bullet shattered the driver’s side mirror. I crouched low and shot at his gas tank. His bike skidded off the road, and the next bike ran right into him. I dived back into the backseat, reaching my hand sticky with blood forward. I hit reverse and barely two seconds into the car flying backward, the bikes burst into flames. Either this road was weirdly empty on a weekend, or I was so blind with pain I was seeing differently, but there were no other cars on the road.

Huh, were we going on bikes? They're row after row of gleaming metal, the engines rumbling low. The scent of fuel and leather mixed in the air, intoxicating and deadly. My pulse quickened. Of course. I had forgotten, this family, these Alphas… they weren’t just wolves. They were bikers. Dangerous, untouchable, feared. One by one, everyone climbed onto their bikes, their movements easy with practiced confidence. Everyone but me. I stood awkwardly at the edge, my arms crossed tightly as I tried to mask the rising panic in my chest.

is all I can say, voice rough, low enough that only she can hear. Rhea tilts her head, all sultry confidence. “I didn’t know there was more to you than leather jackets and bikes,” she says, voice almost sweet—too sweet. My perfect little liar. She lets go of the chain. The sudden absence of her fingers feels like ice against my heated skin. She fixes it—trailing that same finger down my chest, following the lines of ink, watching them with the same obsessive hunger I feel every time I look at her. My breathing hitches. Just once, sharp.

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.