Novel & Cerita Booktok And Bikers

As they walked and reached an empty road where the two were alone, Iris pulled her hand and tried to jerk his hands that were too tightly held to set loose. "Ben this cannot happen." she shouted. "What?" He asked confused. Right then two bikers in a bike rode in the area and started eve teasing "Hey girl need a shoulder" and they sped their bike making a grunting noise. They rode few meters and sped back to us circling us around The rider was wearing a helmet but the one sitting behind was throwing dirty words at Iris "your guy screwed up. Come to me. I am great pleaser in the bed." Ignoring them they walked ahead but the biker gave a grunting race to his bike and followed them "Wanna have t

A set of bulky men with intimidating tattoos in leather jackets strode inside, their boots thudding against the worn floor. Bikers. My stomach tightened with fear. How will I survive ina bar filled with scary looking men in only a swim suit? I could see their eyes stealing glances at my direction. Fortunately, I noticed women trailing in behind them, laughing and brushing hair from windblown faces. Relief washed over me, and I was able to breathe again. Fair enough. The bartender raised a hand. “Sorry, folks, I’m closing up.” One of the bikers clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. You can spare two hours. This is our spot.”

" __ Then two biker dudes approached them. They kept making remarks about how attractive they were and asking whether they would want to ride on the back of their bikes. Sunny politely said no. But Beth replied to the one guy, as she seemed attractive to him, saying, "I'll take a quick ride!" The guy was tall. He had dark, long brown hair and a beard. Sunny whispered in Beth's ear, "Don’t leave me at this bar for too long." Beth laughed and said, "It was your idea to come here!" Don't worry, it will be a quick ride. " __ Sunny followed Beth and the tall biker man outside. Beth jumped on the back of the motorcycle and put a helmet on. She waved at Sunny and shouted, "See you soon, sexy bitch!

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

I make a mocking face. Haru giggles softly. “Maybe.” We step out of the apartment and head toward our bikes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a few men hiding behind a van. All that leather screams “bikers.” Without drawing attention, I walk over to Killer. “Question: are we on lockdown because you’ve got beef with another club? Because there are some bikers playing hide-and-seek behind that van to our left.” Killer tenses slightly and looks down at me, then glances toward the van.

“Let’s not talk about who likes me and who doesn’t. I don’t want to talk about my life or who likes me. I don’t want anyone to like me—not even a son of a biker.” Her smile widened. “He is a biker. The twins are bikers. And their father is a retired biker. So…” “So that’s exactly the problem.” My voice dropped, tightening in my throat. “I don’t want to get involved with them. With anything or anyone related to bikes.” Her teasing vanished instantly. She read me too well. “Okay, Tessa. You won’t get involved.” “Good,” I said, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I need to go to my room. I’m tired.”

"I'm doing this. With or without legal approval." Sarah closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. But I'm going to be there. With paramedics on standby. And if this goes sideways, I'm pulling you out myself." "Deal." As we walked out of the police station, I kept my arm around Lisa. People stared—we'd become infamous. The biker enforcer and his society bride. The alliance nobody wanted. "Jackson," Lisa said quietly. "That photo of your truck. You weren't anywhere near the Iron Wolves clubhouse that night."

"You wear it tonight, and you wear it every single night until I say otherwise. Understood?" I swallowed hard and slipped my arms through the large armholes. The rich, intoxicating scent of him—expensive leather, fresh tobacco smoke, and a faint, clean cologne—wrapped around me completely. It felt like a warm, heavy blanket. It felt like a claim. Several bikers standing nearby saw what happened. They broke out into loud whistles and wide grins. One older, rugged-looking guy raised his glass of beer toward us in a mock toast, smiling at Stone's quick move.

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.