Booktok Bikers Novels & Stories

The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run. I stayed completely close to Stone’s side for most of the long evening, sitting tight against his broad chest on a wooden log, but despite my best efforts, my anxious eyes kept drifting across the clearing toward Siren. She was holding court near another large fire pit, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers. She was telling wild, dangerous stories of the open road that had several of the club brothers hangin

"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.

Kenzie demands. He turns around with anger on his face and crosses his arms. A few of his brothers snicker. He glances at them and they look away. "You know I'm really disappointed in you. I encouraged Macie to give you a shot. Told her not to believe all those stories that bikers are thugs, criminals, and heartless bastards. I told her there's good and bad in all people. And I hate to be proved wrong!" She began. "I told her just because you're a biker, it didn't mean you weren't a decent guy. But boy did you prove me wrong!" He tries to speak but she holds up her hand. "No, you don't talk, I'm talking!"

He explained. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I do. Don't you?" He asked. "I've never thought about it. But I figured bikers didn't do kids." Sam replied. "Bikers are like anyone else. Some do and some don't. Our club isn't into the illegal shit so I'm good with kids." Smokey explained. "So, give it some thought." Sam nodded. "Guess who's coming to the clubhouse this weekend?" Smokey asked. "Snake?" Sam asked.

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

What if he let it slide and the next man decided to go further than touch my wrist. Heavy doors creaked open, and I turned left, noticing the high-roofed hall just beyond the bar for the first time. Bikers rode in, moving their bikes into formation, while more started to leave their tables, hurrying towards this hall where it seemed the real entertainment was about to begin. Colt and the old man were whispering behind me now, but I really didn’t care much for what they were saying. My attention was completely arrested by the sight of two bikers standing on their bike, their chest tilted towards the tank, hips leaning forward, so their bikes were left standing on just one tire as they began t

But nothing that would suggest this place was run by hardass bikers. Merigold leads out a set of double doors that lead to a large backyard where a barbecue is going on. The only thing that lets you know this is a biker club is all the bikes out front, the emblem on the wall, and the vests the guys and a few women are wearing including Merigold. She told me one time they are called kuttes. There are kids playing in the yard, kids that are like nephews to me, Jace, and Jax. They are playing, laughing, and having a good time. “ Tank, why do you have that baby so close to the grill. Are you nuts?” Merigold shouts running up to a guy that is as big as his name leads to. This guy is massive. But

, the inquisitive little queen that she is. “There is a code we bikers live by. My father violated that code and by that same code my actions were considered justified”, I told her, since she'd learn about it sooner or later anyway. “That, and I had already been running the crew for a few years at that point”! “For a bunch of bikers, you’re hardly ever on them”, she says. Being a biker is so much more than riding them, but even we know how weather limitations work. “It’s cold and wet, we’re not reckless”, I tell her.

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.