Booktok And Bikers Novels & Stories

"They get turned after they get their member patch. But most of us were born werewolves." "Think of it this way," Gunner said, "not all bikers are werewolves, and not all werewolves are bikers. The other clubs around these parts are all human, and they don't know anything about this side of us." "So the Blood Dogs and the Bone Hills Howlers just sort of share the town?" I asked.

' We spent the night drinking and reminiscing, while our men spent their night enjoying the barflies, getting drunk and dancing to the band, but as the night sky turned from inky black to a beautiful myriad of dawn colours, more than a hundred Bikers were assembled in Gio's car park ready to ride. Juan and Miguel had also honoured their agreement with me, and as we headed for the confrontation, more and more Bikers joined us, and we made a formidable sight spread out riding down the highway. The road was empty, as we had called in favours to enable this, and it wasn't long before outriders had discovered where the FBI was hiding. I gave the signal for the men to surround it. Then, I ordered

“A tale from the old days. Back when the outlaw Minus the Kid would ride into town and raise hell.” “I have just as much blood on my hands as you do,” I said coolly. Sweet Pea, a man of few words, finally spoke, “But way more shit on your boots.” It felt good busting balls with my crew again, and to hear their laughter. Of course, we all kept up via text and the occasional email, but that’s no substitute for hanging out face to face. Plus, bikers aren’t widely known as the best pen pals.

Asphalt Kings is the most popular bikers society in this city. The bikers aren't only madly good, but also madly handsome. Rumours say it's run by a powerful secret organization to launder money, and that's why they could snatch the road from government. But who cares? The boys just want to race. Here, Saint St. Graves is the top racer. Most girls come here only for him. In bed, he's A+, and on top of the bike, he's A++ Saint rules the road here. Like right now, everyone on the road is screaming his name except the jealous boys in the society.

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...

"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—

He gave her a slight hug. She returned his hug, not really sure what she should do. As she slid into her chair, she said, "An interesting clientele here." Mitch glanced around the place and gave a slight shrug. "I suppose. The bikers out front are usually not here. They're doing some poker run for cancer. It's usually just your typical small bar crowd, drunks and lonely people." "That's funny. You don't strike me as either one." "I'm not, tonight." He gave her a smile.