Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

The bikers started commenting, their voices mingling amusement and flirtation. “Where are you going, baby?” one of them said. “Do you need some help?” another chimed in. A third biker inquired in a deep and gruff tone, “Why are you all alone out here?” “Do you need some company?” he advised. The biker's remarks were becoming Sara more uneasy. she don't understand what to do now, she has been stuck. Sara tried to dismiss the bikers' remarks with a brief "No thanks," followed attempt to walk away. One of them, however, stepped in her way and stopped her. She raised her gaze at him; her eyes found his sly one.

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”

I I swallow hard and pull my sleeve down, pretending I do not see it. Outside, several bikes are parked neatly in a line. Big, heavy bikes that look powerful and fast. I stop walking without realizing it. I stare at them, confused. I suddenly remember something. These people are bikers. I know that. I have heard stories, seen hints of it. But I have never actually seen them ride. Cane, Caden, and Gunnar move toward the bikes without hesitation. Gunnar swings onto his with ease. Caden does the same. Cane pauses when he notices I am still standing there.

I got my victory, something I've wanted for years, but the emptiness I felt confused me—a little dilemma, a little happy. Lucious was still out there, and I had to do everything to get him. Without him, my victory wasn't complete. The bike roared down the road in a rampage. One bike at a time passed, bloody yet happy, mourning but victorious. The bikers raced while howling at the moon, a sign of victory. Rage's bike was the last, which was unusual for him. I slowed down. Clara noticed and stayed close to me, whether to show loyalty or because she didn't trust me. I couldn't put my hands on it. All I knew was that she was close enough within my range.

"Hate to interrupt, but we've got company. Three bikes coming fast from the north." I tense, reaching for my weapon. But Jolie shakes her head. "They're not hostile." Her eyes glow for a second. "Just curious. Word really has spread." Sure enough, three bikes pull up. The riders are young—maybe early twenties—and they stare at Jolie like she's a legend come to life. "Is it true?" The lead rider, a girl with purple hair, takes off her helmet. "You're the moonfire wolf? The one who judges without killing?"

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

It must have been the alcohol making her think these things. "What's with biker boy giving you a second look?" Paris asked. "Who?" Addie replied. "You know exactly who I'm talking about. You have both been looking at each other all evening," Paris retorted. "I really don't know. Just a guy I've seen around." Addie explained. "Somehow I don't believe that's the whole story," Paris mused. "He's in a biker club. I dated a guy who was in one before. He went to jail, and then when I gave him a second chance, he cheated on me with not one but two women at one time." Addie replied.

The book says alpha biker secret TWINS, so we are going to actually take a look at one of the twins. The girl Luna has a lot of story tobe told she is a child with a frightening, barely-understood gift, growing into someone who has to decide what kind of person to be with it. This is her story. Some kids are afraid of the dark. Luna was afraid of feeling people.