Romans & histoires Dark Rider

It was empty when I arrived, so I leaned against the bench, letting my thoughts wander. Moments later, the hum of a motorcycle broke the quiet. I glanced up to see a man pulling up in front of me, his face bare without a helmet. "Need a ride, beautiful?" He asked, his tone casual but his gaze lingering longer than it should. I shook my head politely. "I think I’ll pass, thanks." "Suit yourself." He said with a shrug, though he didn’t leave. His eyes traveled over me, making my skin crawl. "You sure?" He pressed. "Buses don’t run this route too often. Might be waiting a while."

Sadie Davis has outlived her luck, and it's time to show her what happens when you cross the Camorra. Pulling into the garage, I parked my bike beside the others. My collection gleamed in the dim light—pristine, untouchable. B always begged me for one, but I’m not in the habit of handing out what’s mine. These bikes are the fruits of my victories, my labor, my relentless drive. I am the Camorra's gem for a reason. I might falter, but I never stay down for long. I claw back everything, and then some. Double or triple. And beyond the victories, there's another reason I'm the gem—because I am the only legitimate heir. The only child born into my father's legacy. That’s why I, and only I, am a v

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

Rania smirked. "Who is the drider? How can I kill him?" I demanded to know. "You can't kill him," Rania said and laughed. Of course, I already knew that. I have done much research about the drider and I knew killing them was not an option. They were immortal. The only thing we could do was to lure him into the sunlight and burn him and maybe capture him after. But even that was almost impossible as he knew how to manipulate light and darkness. "You did what you wanted to do and killed my father. Now make the drider go way. His work is done, isn't it?"

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

the Rank 7 Dark Race added. The Rank 7 Dark Race was from the Dark Night Family. It could control mutant zombies. Lucas fell silent for a few seconds. Then, he stared at the Rank 7 Dark Night Family and said slowly, "Maybe we were just too cute, so it was hesitant to bite us."

Dark! • • •

I’d sit near the garage entrance, just to stare at the bike, its dark silhouette a stark contrast to the grime of the garage. It was stupid, I knew. Dangerous. But it reminded me of something—freedom, escape, the open road, everything I wasn’t allowed to want. A whisper of a life beyond this. “You got a thing for my bike?” The voice made me jump, heart leaping into my throat. Jax stood in the shadows, arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its cherry glow a tiny beacon in the gloom. Smoke curled upward, vanishing into the darkness like secrets escaping.

Daddy is too far gone, and I don't think I'd remain the same if I don't get this darkness out of my system. The sky turned a warm orange as the sun gradually set. I gritted my teeth. The faster I get, the faster Lucian won’t see the light, because he lied to me. My palms curled tightly around the handlebars of my Neiman Marcus motorbike, the rubber squeaking from the force of my grip. The cold wind zipped through my face as I zoomed through the highway, squinting from thousands of snap lights shooting at me. F**king stop that!