Booktok And Bikers Novels & Stories

# Bonus Chapter 9: The Last One Standing Axel had been best man at three weddings. Duke and Valentina. Two club brothers before them. He'd given toasts, organized bachelor parties, stood at altars looking supportive while quietly wondering if he'd ever stand on the other side. Probably not. That was fine. He'd made peace with it somewhere around forty. Then Rita walked into the bookstore. Axel had been dropping off a delivery—Duke's idea to use club members for local deliveries, legitimate income—when a woman emerged from behind a display of romance novels and collided directly with his chest.

“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—”

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.

I can't help but smile. " I wouldn't have remembered I did such a thing if you didn't mention it." I reply. " That Zero. Can't he shut his mouth for once?" I cuss at him. " We have a bro code. He can't keep anything from me especially if it concerns my old lady." Mason replies..I smile and look away, hiding a blush. Did he just call me his old lady? According to bikers,you only refer to a woman as your old lady after you claim her. It's a way of telling everyone else in the club that she belongs to you.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

“Yes, Mi lady,” “Hey reckless princess,” he said to her with a broad smile. Elara smiled back. “I'm not reckless” I walked towards the bikers, while Henry's voice which teased Elara, and hers which replied savagely echoed in the background which I barely paid attention to. “Coach, any word for us before we step out there for this tournament?” A biker said, resting his hand on the handlebar of his bike while standing elegantly beside it. Everyone of them turned their gazes to me, anticipating what I had to share.

I exhaled slowly, when his finger touch my cheek. “Can you take me home?” “I don’t know where your house is,” he replied. “Maybe you can give me an address… or I can take you on my bike.” My eyes widened instantly. “You have a bike?” He smirked slightly. “It’s right this way.” He led me to where an elegant, nightshade, black bike was packed. His bike was a damn beauty, and from looking at it, I could tell it cost quite a pinch. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling brightly as I ran my finger over the machine.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TOUCH ON ME BY OCTOBER LONDON IVARA’S POV: The note still burns in my pocket as I crouch outside the warehouse. “Choose blood over bond.” My father’s words echo like a curse, but the sound inside is louder than the muffled whines of wolves. Not wild ones or rogues. Our own. I press my palm against the metal wall, my stomach churning. I’ve seen bikers cage wolves before, but never like this. Never organized. Never this… cruel.