Claimed By The Biker Giant Novels & Stories

"You just assaulted me and threatened to kill me. You've given me every reason to make sure you suffer for the rest of your very short life." "Because if you don't tell us, I'll make sure everyone in the biker association knows what you did." Knox said coldly. "I'll spread the word that you used forbidden dark magic on an innocent girl just because she beat you in a race. Do you think the other association will respect you after that? Do you think they'll follow a leader who's so weak and petty?" The boss's expression changed slightly, and I could see that Knox's threat had hit a nerve. His reputation and respect among the other biker chapters was everything to him, and the thought of losing

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full Circle Mia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were. "Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to."

And I found it very sickening. Going out of the house on jeans and jacket, in no time, I saw Carter leaning on his black big bike wearing black leather jacket with a black shirt beneath and fitted jeans. But he didn't look like any other guy in town nor a handsome bad boy. Weird but he looked like a prince from medieval period trying to fit in the modern world. The way he stood there, watching me carefully with intense preciseness, I can sense the power and dominance in him like no other. "You really brought your beast with you, huh." I glanced at his shining big bike and noticed it was from an expensive brand. Of course, why would a pagan god get a bike from a cheap brand? It should be like

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

I went and shake hands with him. “Come on man... Who are people today? You see her, she is my baby and she wants to fly.” I told her while pointing towards my disso. Yea that’s what I call my bike. Me along with other five contenders stood along the starting line. I ride Kawasaki ninja H2. I love my baby. She flies on road like a wind. She makes things go quick. I mean real quick. Next there was a guy staring me with his BMW K1300s, smirking at me face and trying to scare me. But I was not playing to win. I was playing there to feel the adrenaline rush that I get from the speed with disso. That feeling takes over all the pain of life and for those few I feel nothing but that adrenaline ru

Five men stood near the bar and they all wore sleeveless leather vests over T-shirts with jeans and biker boots. ‘Great,’ Klara thought. More bikers, more trouble. Nate had died because of bikers. She wasn’t sure that she could keep working there but it wasn’t like she had many options at her disposal. One man cleared his throat and the conversation around her stopped abruptly. “Thank you, everyone, for meeting us here tonight. My name is Bandit and I’m the President of the Road Warriors. Before Nate’s untimely death, we’d been in discussions to buy the club from him so taking over now seems appropriate,” the big man said.

Only bad things bring everyone together—like death. Every time a biker dies, they all return to lay him to rest. Even the retired ones. Even those who’ve walked away. As for the Sons of Chaos MC, I don’t know much about them,just that they’re the richest biker group across the states. They own more businesses than any other MC, and they’re also the most populated. I’ve seen them fill up an entire bar before, and I once overheard Daisy and Matt saying that wasn’t even half of their members.

Asphalt Kings is the most popular bikers society in this city. The bikers aren't only madly good, but also madly handsome. Rumours say it's run by a powerful secret organization to launder money, and that's why they could snatch the road from government. But who cares? The boys just want to race. Here, Saint St. Graves is the top racer. Most girls come here only for him. In bed, he's A+, and on top of the bike, he's A++ Saint rules the road here. Like right now, everyone on the road is screaming his name except the jealous boys in the society.

In an undisclosed location, a group of bikers are in a heated argument with each other. "Dimitri, this is not going anywhere. We have been trying to follow and learn about Alessandro Volcov for years now. But apart from learning some simple things about him, we couldn't find anything solid to use against that man. He is not like before. He changed a lot. He built walls higher than anything I have ever seen before. We cannot breach his home, or company or even hack his systems. He is foolproof and he doesn't have any weaknesses. Now, thinking about it, I feel like we should abandon this task and leave this country. It's impossible to touch that man" one of the twelve bikers told their leader.

And there it was, My bike. Silver. Smooth. Beautiful. Like moonlight trapped in steel. For a second, I forgot the pain. My heart beat fast, excitement, joy, pride. “Wow,” I whispered. “It’s… beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it.” He smiled. “It’s even better in person. It’s one of only two released in this city.” He asked if I needed a teacher, but I chuckled. “No. I can drive.” Of course I can. I rode a bike back home. A smaller one, but silver too.