Novel & Cerita Cyber Motorcycle

All I want in life is to gather every type of motorcycle in my home. He owned the latest 2012 model of KTM exclusive with the engine type single cylinder, four strokes. Raghav's father was rich, as in he owned half of the city we were living in. Hence, his every demand was fulfilled before he even woke up. The frame was modified into a central double-cradle type in the black color aluminum subframe. I caress the shiny black frame taking my sweet time. Before this, he didn't ever let anyone touch it. It was only a week old and he had allowed me to ride it. I looked up at him gratefully which he chose to ignore. He always did this, he dreaded responding to reactions like that. I stroke its han

She tapped his shoulders and walked away. She smiled when she saw her red Panigale V4 R big bike. Itsuki brought it for her, as she rode in his car earlier. The servants, and most especially Marcus, can't see her, that she can ride a big bike. He might get intrigued by her identity. She immediately rode on her motorcycle and roared the engine.

Veronica grinned under the visor of her brand spanking new pink and black helmet. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined herself on the back of a motorbike, clinging tightly to her very own bad boy, sex god. Pulses of need vibrated through her body as the bike moved underneath them, making her wish she had a little more room to squirm on the leather seat. She loved riding on top of Robert's Harley!

They were sat on motorbikes, huge powerful Honda Goldwings a couple of Harley and a stunning silver BMW Exclusive that Kuri threw his leg over, ‘Coming for a ride baby girl? He held out his hand again, this time with a helmet in it and she took it without hesitating, ‘Too fucking right’ She put the helmet on and swung her leg over wrapping her arms around his waist, ‘Hold on tight baby girl’ He laughed and the powerful bike roared to life, he circled the arena and then raced out onto the road, watching in his mirror as Anders raced out to see them disappear. ‘Fuck’ The Beta was horrified Kuri had just set himself up against his Father and where Atalanta was concerned Sirius showed no mercy t

i haven't, the closer thing to a motorcycle in my life was my tricycle when i was young. "Today is your lucky day. You can ride with me" remi says with an evil glee to his eyes. Jamie and dustin got some old looking motorcycle from the shack. "We fixed them ourselves" Jamie state proudly. "Alpha don't really like them so we've hidden them here" dustin add. They role the motorcycle and after closer inspection, they have definitely seen some better days. "We'll take turns then" Eva ask or maybe state, not sure anymore. "Me and olli first" he says getting on one the two motor, i noticed he's chosen the better looking one.

This was not the first impression I liked to make. “Where are your headquarters?” Motorcycle clubs had clubhouses or something, right? “We don’t have any formal headquarters. We ride and hunker down at a few well-hidden spots across the country. This is the lifestyle that allows us to be harder targets for 5th Circle, while also searching for more of our own kind. Vee has helped us a lot with both of those goals.” “We have yet to determine how helpful this Vee actually is to us,” Xavier sneered.

Nova squeezes my hand once before letting go. Then we step outside. The riverbank beyond the shrine is no longer empty. Motorcycles stretch across the landscape in silent rows, hundreds of them lined wheel to wheel beneath the afternoon sky. Black and silver. Steel reflecting sunlight like a field of drawn blades. Every rider wears identical armor marked with the same silver insignia across the chest. No engines idle, and no weapons are raised. The silence itself feels organized. We emerge from the vault into the center of their formation. Outnumbered before we even understand the battlefield. One motorcycle rolls forward.

(Kane) The engine of the little midnight-black motorbike hummed a low, vibrating purr against the concrete floor of the subterranean tunnel. With the arena”s security protocols temporarily bypassed, we slipped out of the loading dock and into the cool, damp night air, completely escaping the flashing cameras, the suffocating telemetry boards, and the toxic wreckage of Caleb”s VIP suite.