Chuuya X Motorcycle Novels & Stories

Never have I ever done a wolf, might be fun even though we are natural enemies. Spotting the bar was easy, it was the only thing on a straight road for around thirty miles. There was a huge amount of motorbikes outside, mostly choppers and Harleys but hey bikes are bikes right. Wrong Lyra, the minute I walk into the bar I feel the shift in the air.

I don't know how I can get them to trust me. I stepped out of her house, just to get some fresh air until something shiny caught my attention. But once my eyes landed on the most amazing thing I had ever seen; it was more than just shiny, the beautiful beast that lay before me was a Ducati Diesel 1260. It's literally one of the best motorcycles ever, this is Dawn's. Whenever my uncle would come to the palace when I was young, he used to teach me and Malcom the basics since he had a motorcycle of his own.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Not asking any further question, ZouMi picked her phone and called her assistant Tina. "Tina, postponed my dinner meeting to tomorrow's lunch. I've something to do." "Okay." And she hanged up. After the breakfast, ZouMi and Xau waited for a while till YangYang left. Coming out Xau was planning to hire a taxi as his bike was damaged and was surely sent to the garage for repair by ZouMi. At the gate a new model and his all-time favorite Ducati Panigale V4 stood still. He ran towards it ready to hug, but stopped just a meter, hanged his head down and was moving, when a key fall in front of his eyes.

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

Harlow "You like it?" Cyrus asked as if he couldn't tell by the expression on my face. In front of my trailer, next to Cyrus's bike, sat a vintage motorcycle with a paint job that matched my car exactly. "I LOVE it! Is that a Triumph Thunderbird?" Cyrus nodded. "1956," he said with a smile. "And the paint?" "Wilderness green, just like your car." "Where the hell did you get this?" I started to get teary-eyed.

He tries guessing, making me shrug in response. “I wouldn’t say a vehicle, but a motorcycle would do.” He laughs at my response as we walk into the room, the lights flicking on. I already know what motorcycle I want to take; I had seen it the first time Sky brought me into here. Sky follows behind me, keeping a few steps back until we come to a stop in front of a teal Harley Davidson FLTRXST Road Glide ST made just over two hundred years ago in the year two-thousand and twenty-three. I look to Sky with a grin, wanting so badly to get on the motorcycle and ride away.

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

“I knew you would give in.” “You were supposed to give up when I said no.” “That’s not how I operate.” I sighed and approached the spare bike. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time, like an old friend I’d lost touch with. I settled onto the seat, adjusted the grip, and felt the weight settle beneath me. Kyra watched me with satisfaction. “Still fits you perfectly.” “It’s a motorcycle, Kyra. Not a suit.” “A very sexy suit.” “Kyra.” She laughed and swung onto her bike. “Race to the ridge?”

It’s like a showroom. "Are those Chris's cars?" Cath wonders. "These three are his," he says, pointing to 3 luxury cars, the other 5 are Kellan's and the rest are mine. " “What about motorcycles?” she asks going to a Harley-Davidson, Street Glide ST and looking at it with her mouth open. “Do you like it?” asks Ken laughing. “Do you need to ask?” And immediately Ken takes his keys and motions for her to climb up. "Are we going with this beauty?" Cath asks ecstatically.