Eres Pass Rider Novels & Stories

It was something that could finally support me. However, when I showed my registration QR code to the instructor at check-in, the scanner flashed an error. “Miss, this code was already used this morning.” The instructor checked the system. “The attendee is listed as Bianca Shelly. She used your code for the trial session.” I stood frozen in place. I called Dylan, but the call would not go through, so I had no choice but to text him. A long while later, he finally replied. [Jenna, Bianca has been feeling lost lately. She’s been really depressed. She saw that you signed up for the course and wanted to sit in once just to get some inspiration. It was only one class. It won’t affect you.]

"And God help anyone who gets in his way." For the first time since I was taken, I felt something other than fear. Hope. Three days later, Martha opened my cell. I had not eaten. Had barely slept. But I was still standing. "Time for preview," she said. "Potential buyers want to see the merchandise before auction night." She led me to a large room where fifteen men sat in chairs, drinks in hand, eyes hungry. Viper stood at the front. "Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value."

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

A necessary ruthlessness. He looked out into the vast, unforgiving night. Jaw tight. Every muscle coiled with renewed fury. Grim resolve. He wouldn’t fail. Not this time. He mounted his bike. The engine roared to life. A deep, hungry rumble. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. Jax twisted the throttle. The bike surged forward, spitting gravel. He tore into the night, a dark shadow pursuing another, driven by a father's rage and a His vow. The hunt had just begun.

And then Grace had told me about the state of the house, when she and Prez had gone back to secure the evidence I’d gathered… So to see the house in practically perfect condition was a surprise that almost brought tears to my eyes. And I say almost, because--- I knew it was the Riders who did this – their way of apologizing – but I couldn’t help but to see it as a bribe. As a way to ‘forgive and forget’ so that no one needed to feel guilty anymore. In a way, I think they did this for themselves – not for me…

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

The rumor that the sister of the chairman’s lover got a job through the back door spread like wildfire in Marriott International. Hannah entered the assistant manager’s office and began her complaint, “Manager Jayden, didn’t you say the new hire would be helping me? You gave me a whole bunch of documents yesterday to photocopy and sort through. Today, I have to come up with a communication draft. The new hire is not helping me! All she does is give me an attitude.” Assistant Manager Jayden raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re a public relations specialist and you can’t manage a new hire?”

But to my surprise, as Scarlett was leaving the ER, she ran into Aidan Palmer, the deputy director of the hospital. She burst into tears, telling him that I wasn't at my post and nearly caused the patient's death. Scarlett, with Aidan in tow, barged into my office without even knocking. Clearly, she couldn't be bothered to play nice anymore. When they came in, I was sitting at my desk, sorting through patient charts. Scarlett wiped her tears and pointed at me. "Dr. Palmer, look! We're swamped in the ER, yet Dr. Garrison is just sitting here doing nothing. If it weren't for his laziness and negligence, we wouldn't have come so close to a medical accident."

At the front rode figures that made my wolf crawl deeper into hiding. Black Howl MC patches gleamed on their leather vests, the snarling wolf head logo twisted into something darker than what I remembered. This wasn't the Ironfang pack I'd fled from. This was something new, lolthat had evolved in my absence. "Jesus Christ," Tommy breathed from beside the bar. "How many of them are there?" At least forty bikes, I counted, with riders that sat their machines like they owned the world. But it was the figure at the very front that made my heart stop.