Novel & Cerita Devil Dogs Motorcycle Club

Like scared dogs, they turned and ran, their footsteps echoing in the dark alley as they disappeared into the distance. Chris didn’t take his eyes off them until they were completely out of sight. Then, pulling out his phone with his uninjured hand, he made a quick call. “I want three men sent to the intersection near my location. There were three boys—drunk, harassing a woman. Find them.” His voice was cold and efficient, all traces of the earlier rage suppressed. Hema, still frozen in place, felt her knees give way slightly. She stumbled back a step, clutching her bag tightly to her chest as she stared at Chris.

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Two days later Wolf pulled up to The Highway Hellions clubhouse, hoping that he looked far more relaxed than he actually felt. He was sure that there were eyes on him right now, and he doubted that any of them were friendly. Taking his time, moving deliberately, he opened the car door – this was the first car that he’d bought since joining The Road Devils, and it was a second-hand piece of shit, and he was already missing his motorcycle like he’d miss air – and stepped into the parking lot. He looked around, noted the MC businesses (a tattoo studio and a bar, somehow both compulsory when talking about biker clubs), and just the sight of

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He wore faded jeans, a plain black t-shirt and lace up motorcycle boots. Just like their brethren, he and Chance wore their leather cuts. Black leather with their road names on a black patch with white writing. On the back was the club patch of a red devil with huge angel wings rode a motorcycle. A halo hung precariously on the left horn. Along the bottom of the patch was the club motto. May the Saints bless us as we do the Devil’s work.

I fucking despise paperwork, but my dad did this all himself so I figure I should, too. After I finish the paperwork bullshit, I switch gears and focus on my role as the head of Devils’ Wolves MC and a pet rescue run by myself, my brothers and a few other bikers. Devils’ Wolves was my brainchild about five years ago, fueled by my deep respect for two things that my parents instilled in us: the love of pets and motorcycles. That and a bout of insomnia is how I came up with the perfect plan to actually do something with my life that made me feel like I had some purpose again.

The loud music and the smoke around here along with men having glasses in their hands and drooling over the strippers dancing on the pole give an absolute nefarious aura to this place. You guys must be wondering who am I ? so let me break the ice to you. I am Christopher Harris, another name for the devil you can say. I work in a mafia gang called Cobra which is run by Richard Scott. Richard has been running this business for the past 25 years. but now he wants to loosen up the burden from his shoulders by handing over it to someone capable of managing it as responsibly as he did. he has only one daughter, Sophia whom he doesn't want to be involved in this profession. he loves her very much.

Some summers change everything. Some men are supposed to be off-limits. Desmond Cole is both. Anna Ashford has spent nineteen years being the good daughter, the one who smiles at the right moments, laughs at the right jokes, and portends not to notice the way her father's best friend looks at her when he thinks nobody is watching. She notices. She has always noticed. But noticing is not the same as acting. And acting is not the same as falling. And falling... Falling is not something else entirely. One night at the lake house changes the rules of every game Anna thought she understood. Desmond is older, powerful, and completely wrong for her in every way that counts. He knows

I say with a grin, and I hand him a glass of bourbon. Gabriel Priest is the Chapter President of Devil’s Void, an obvious 1%-er motorcycle club with its members all being vampires. The reason I called for him is that he also has a history with Death’s Temple and knows them better than anyone. He also happens to be my mercenary and takes care of the more stealthy kills, which I cannot. Our warriors and pack members now stay out of each other’s way after we came to an amicable agreement when I almost killed him.