Novel & Cerita Booktok And Bikers

“I need space, Jax. Please. Everything is happening too fast. I almost got taken. You almost lost control of your pack because of me. I just… I need a minute.” He stepped back. Anger flashed again, mixed with something sharper. “Fine,” he bit out. “I’ll give you all the space you want.” He turned on his heel. His shoulders stayed rigid. He walked straight into the trees without looking back. His partial shift faded as he moved. Soon the blizzard swallowed his figure. I stood there alone. The clearing felt huge. Three dead bikers. Two abandoned motorcycles tilted in the snow. Blood everywhere. The metallic smell mixed with exhaust art...

He merely shot forward. The two bikers were close, neck-to-neck. “Come on, go Max!” the Outlaws cheered their leader. “Go Aston!” the Ryders cheered their leader. Giselle shouted calls of support for Max while Lexi wanted Aston to win. When they came past us again, Lexi had her boobs open. “Yayyy Aston!” I shook my head at her. Dumb bitch! Max spun his bike to throw dirt in Aston’s face. It slowed him down just enough for Max to take the leader around the corner.

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

I was reminded of that morning in the exercise room when he had a fit about me being there. A little devil tapped me on the shoulder, and don't ask me where I got the nerve. "Are there going to be a lot of men at the fair? Do you know them? I hear they're mostly bikers, hot ones, not like the ones from around here." Chantal had said as much about the bikers coming to town anyway, which she'd heard from Wolf. As to them not being like the ones around here, I have no idea if that's true; I'd added that to get his goat, and it seems to have worked if the look he gave me was any indication. "You're playing with fire, little fawn." Why does him calling me that make me feel so warm inside?

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

He made me feel brave and safe, and I had been so desperate to hold onto it, I’d even let myself feel attracted to him, forgetting the most important thing. All bikers are condescending assholes! And they’d never see a whore as anything other than a cunt to fuck! I turned on the shower and muffled the sobs into my hand...

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

"Package came for you today. Left it in your room." I nodded my thanks, settling Eli at a table with his coloring books. The other bikers treated him like a beloved nephew, indulging his endless questions and teaching him everything from poker to motorcycle maintenance. He was growing up surrounded by people who'd kill to protect him, even if they didn't know exactly what they were protecting him from.

And his voice— His voice promised war. "Two days, and you'll see exactly how much those rules have changed." He turned. Sharp. Aggressive. And his wolves fell in behind him. The Beta hesitated. Just for a second. Like he was going to argue. But Shianne revved her bike. Loud. Pointed. And he moved. The bikers formed a loose escort. Not touching. Not threatening. But there. A wall of leather and chrome and barely-contained violence that made it very clear—