Chuuya X Motorcycle Novels & Stories

They were near the edge of the parking lot, and the dark shapes of two cars loomed up ahead - the SUV and the car that Alexei and Cruz had been using. Alexei motioned them to stay silent, then pointed to a third dark shape, one Xavier hadn't noticed at first. It was smaller, and sitting in the deeper shadows near the edge of the lot. A motorcycle. "If you two came together, then who does that belong to?" The big Russian's voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "The bike?" Penny suddenly piped up. "That's mine." Xavier glanced down. "It is?" "What, you think you're the only one in this world who knows how to ride a motorcycle?" She laughed. "My car is still back at Norris. I had to find al

XOXO. The next morning, we leave early. Tiya is still sleepy, so she sleeps in the back seat, while Shrey drives the rented motorcycle alongside our car. It’s a 1987 Harley Davidson, collector’s edition, and it looks ragingly hot. The engine makes more noise than an airplane’s turbine and it looks powerful and imposing. Too bad, I would never get to drive it. My parents have always been paranoid about two-wheelers. They never let me even pillion-ride one, let alone ride it. They used to tell me ghastly

Baji whispered while admiring the beauty of it. "Oh? It's not the original model but rather it's a customized. The wheels are huge !!" Kazutora was also amazed. "But this Yamaha guitar model is an original one." Baji whispered as he watched the guitar displayed on the side of the motor. "Let's get this out quickly!" Kazutora whispered. He took the chain cutter he was carrying and cut the chain on the motor. Baji took the guitar and put it inside its case and slammed it behind him.

she asked so I nod my head. "Let's go," I responded then grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the mansion. We walked towards the garage where my motorbikes are parked. I chose Ducati Testa Stretta NCR Macchia Nera since it was one of my recently purchased motorbikes. "You own all of this?" Solana asked pointing at the motorbikes parked at the garage, at the back of the mansion. "Yeah, why?" I asked then help her in wearing her helmet.

I stormed out of there, I want to get this mission over with. I strode into my garage, the bright fluorescent lights casting a dull glow. My eyes locked onto the sleek, black motorcycle parked in the center of the room. It was a rare, customized model, designed for power and agility, and only top mercenaries could get their hands on a motorcycle like this. But, as it is, only I have this prototype. A hell of a masterpiece.

Diana shifted gears, increased her speed, and soared to two hundred miles per hour. Watching the distance between her and the pursuing motorcycle widen, a smirk appeared on her face, and her excitement grew with each passing moment. Her pursuer sensed her intentions and accelerated to top speed, catching up rapidly. Side by side now, Diana turned her head and finally got a clear look at the other rider's motorcycle. It seemed to be a Suzuki GSX series, though she couldn't make out the exact model; it appeared to be one from the past two years. The rider was tucked in behind the handlebars, wearing a silver helmet and a khaki-colored jacket, seemingly unbothered by her presence.

Khali repeated it with a helmet on. She jumped right onto the clutch and hurriedly drove it away. It shocked Rye what he saw. He quickly got into his Hilux and then followed Khali on the road. Luckily, their village has a shortcut to the less crowded highway. Rye was amazed by how Khali drove the bike, which was fast but in control. Rye smiles if Brady sees his annoying sister driving that big bike on the freeway because Brady always says she is annoying. Brady will be mad at her, and Khali will annoy him even more.

"Do you need a ride home?" She chuckled and pointed to a nice white bike parked a little ways by mine. "Nope, | have a ride." | was shocked. Yeah, | Knew she was into motorcycles, but | had never seen her ride one to school or anything and | just assumed she didn't have one. "This is yours?" | asked. It was a nice bike, | instantly recognized it as a Ducati. "Damn..." | touched the sides with my fingertips and felt a cool rush over me. "How'd you ever land one of these, they're

Kyle asked which just increased the giggling. "Seriously, what do you ride?" Charlize asked. He saw she was interested so he answered. "It's a 1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic." She nodded. "A cruiser. Nice. I just got myself a Yamaha YZF‑R1 Supersport." "Get any tickets yet?" Kyle asked and she grinned but shook her head. "Not exactly a comfortable ride for passengers on your bike," he suggested. "Wait, you can take a second rider on that rocket of yours?" Monique said, turning to her friend in surprise.

Then we grabbed my motorcycle and brought it to Miles’s flat which wasn’t very far from the cafe. I looked at my motorcycle and pondered if I should give the keys to him or not. I’d never lent ‘Mocha’ — what I’d named my bike although it was a black motorcycle and not dark brown — to anyone before. Miles seemed to notice my reluctance as he shook his head, smiling. “It’s fine, Xy. You can keep the keys. I won’t use it anyway.”