Booktok Bikers Novels & Stories

“You’re walking into the Annual Meeting with wolves who smell blood. If you’re going to survive biker politics, you need more than sharp instincts.” “I can ride,” she said quickly. “You’ve seen me.” “I’ve seen you ride,” I corrected. “I haven’t seen you command.” Her brows furrowed. “Hmmm, there’s a difference?” “Obviously,” I replied sounding almost sarcastic. “In this vast world of ours, motorcycles aren’t transportation. They’re statements. The way you ride tells everyone exactly who you are, either; weak, reckless, or untouchable.” She crossed her arms. “And you think I look weak?”

Then, leaning forward, he made room for me to climb on behind him. Placing a booted-foot on a foot peg, I grabbed a handful of his Kutte, and tossing a leg over the bitch-seat, I pulled myself on and settled in behind him. The other bikes came to life with a loud roar, and as if a choreographed dance had begun, we started intricately spreading out in different directions. As we picked up speed, the bikers wove their way into the tree line, following an almost indistinguishable trail that led them further into the heavily wooded area behind the compound.

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

" __ 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!

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.

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.

He had already contacted Roger, sending him Barbara's home address so that he could catch up, or if things didn't go as planned, Roger would arrive first. Abihirt had searched for the fastest way home, the least traveled. But that, too, seemed to be a big mistake. Instead of the darkening skyline accompanying the faint sounds in the air, wild bikers were ungraciously making their presence known. One after another popped up. They were speeding. Then one of the bikers had an absolute collision. Abihirt made a steep slam-his foot pressed against the brake until it jerked violently forward, while the man with the head protector rolled several times onto the asphalt. The dragged motorcycle brutal

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

Levi said to me. “No offense, but there’s a better chance for me to be accepted alone. The packs won’t realize a wolf is infiltrating the club because someone always talks and we don’t even know if some of the pack members might be involved with this whole thing. I can see who the guilty are so I’ll know who to get close to,” I said to them. “I hate to admit it, but the kid’s right,” Levi said. “Okay, that’s settled then. I’ll send you all the details I have and where these bikers operate from,” Kiran said to me.

The bikers are clad in just black and they're both wearing helmets. " Fuck." I look at the handgun in my hand and smile. I might not like violence, but I've always envisioned myself using a gun. I know I'm messed up. Asa pulls out another gun as he shoots at the biker that's already next to us. The biker ducks, swerving to the left as the biker pulls out his gun. I shoot him in the head as his bike flies backwards, slamming itself against the cars behind. " Not bad." Asa says and I smile.