Booktok Biker の小説・ストーリー

He asked. “Sure. I don’t mind it.” She replied. The guy sat with her and started a conversation with her. She learned that his name was Damon. He was part of a biker gang called Lobo's. He had a low-rider cruiser made by Harley Davidson. When he learned that she rode an H2R Ninja, he was in awe. It’s rare when you find a girl, gorgeous and sweet, loving fast bikes. She enjoyed that evening having an innocent, but simple conversation with Damon. He didn’t know it, but he helped her forget about her problems for a moment. It was one of the best nights she endured since the second she left home.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

If he saw me talking to another man, the bruises on my body were going to multiply. The bruises from last time were still yellow and fading. I wasn't ready get into any more trouble. “She asked you a question,” the trucker sneered, taking a step toward me. “Or are you too stupid to—” The biker moved faster than I thought possible. One moment he was feet away, the next he had the trucker pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed against his throat. “Apologize to the lady.” “I ain’t apologizing for shit,” the trucker choked out. “That clumsy bitch—”

“You really are determined to destroy everything your father built.” Anger flared through my chest. “You grabbed me.” He tilted his head. “You slapped me verbally in front of half the city.” “That is not the same.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” He turned to face me. “But what your little biker friend did inside? That is.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Adrian watched me carefully. “You should know something about men like him,” he said. “What?” “They don’t survive in my world.”

Two. The lead biker’s front tire exploded. The bike flipped forward, sending the rider flying into a brick wall like a rag doll. The second biker swerved to avoid the wreckage, and I took the opportunity to put three rounds through his chest. He slid across the pavement, sparks flying in a long, bright arc before he disappeared into the dark. I dropped back into the seat, breathing hard. “I think that's the last of them.”

If anybody could tell me what should I do to stop myself from loving her, from stop adoring her? Suddenly, I heard the thud sound. I looked around and I found that two of the bikers in front me were laying on the road and their bikes flew few feet’s forward from them. And I found myself right on the finishing line. I pooled brakes immediately and went to see them. They were not badly injured, Just some rashes here and there. I guess it’s normal for a biker to have this much. They stood up quickly and went towards their bike. “You killed it dude. It was thrilling race. I was so excited to see you. What did you eat in the morning?”

Beggar My bitching and moaning finally paid off and Killer taught me how to ride my own bike. My biker licence was fake but the red and chrome machine I swing my legs over is real. As real as the cut I am wearing that says National Soldier. Got my patch party a few months back. It was a National thing and after I walked through that fire, I became one of them. “Are you two ready to roll.” Snake asks from the other side of me and I see the long line of bikers saddle their bikes.

He needed to give every ounce of attention he could muster to what he was about to do. He sucked in air and mounted the bike the same way that Seth had. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it might be. It was lighter than he’d imagined. The grips felt right in his hands. Sitting there for a moment, getting a feel for the vehicle, he was reminded of a book he’d read once. The Mothers encouraged Dicks to read in their free time to keep them more docile, only allowing access to books with messages that didn’t go against the Mothers’ rules or philosophies on how life should be. All of the books were only available on ancient tablets that didn’t work half of the time and had no access to any

"INTERPOL ISSUES RED NOTICE: MORRISON AND ACCOMPLICE RESPONSIBLE FOR GLOBAL THREAT" I clicked on one article. Felt my stomach drop. *Federal authorities have uncovered evidence linking Eva Morrison to secret organization embedded within North American biker clubs. The organization, code-named "The Riders Protocol," has allegedly been operating for forty years, using motorcycle clubs as cover for criminal network spanning seventeen countries.* *Morrison, previously believed to be victim of quantum conspiracy, is now identified as the organization's current leader. Evidence suggests The Riders Protocol has been trafficking weapons, laundering money, and conducting illegal research into conscio

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.