Forsaken Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I annoyed, I hated when someone tried to get that information from me. I knew my tough facade was crumbling because my hands were already falling asleep, and I didn’t have the strength to rip the duct tape from my skin and I couldn’t even see straight as it was. I could hardly take in the face of the man in front of me and I didn’t recognize him, but I did recognize his leather jacket. There was only one fucking crew who wore those ugly red things. Firm Leaders’ clubhouse. “What do you want?” I asked. “Just what we’re owed,” the man said.

How is he going to react if he finds out my former mate is the very man he is here to celebrate, and also congratulate on his recent engagement? Serenia then realizes something very crucial she almost forgot. If she reveals to Kai that Rune is her former mate and he rejected her, it will be revealed to the High Alpha Tribe that the Luna of the Raseri Tribe is not the fated mate of the Alpha. It isn’t written anywhere that the Luna of a tribe must be the fated mate of the current Alpha, but that is only in cases where their former mate has died. It is clear that Rune’s former mate has not died and was rather rejected, something that also isn’t unheard of in the Raseri pack but considered blas

"Want a bite?" "No, thanks." "How about my bite?" He grinned, showing off his sharp canines. Chills traveled down my spine and I immediately took a coupke steps away. "Geez, definitely no." I sighed. "What do you mean when you said Roam was forrced to leave his pack?" Yzmael took a bite on his chocolate bar then chewed it before he answered me. "Simple. He got forsaken by his people." Confusion crept through me. "Forsaken? For what?"

Daddy had only smiled in response then continued, "the Shadow Clan Alpha founded a motorcycle club called Club Casablanca, and the thought of wolves riding motorcycles leaves the elders of the Blue River Clan feeling uneasy." "They must be really bad Daddy," I would then reply, lying on my bed. "Yes, my love. They sure are. Respectable wolves like us shouldn't have anything to do with them. Do you know, that motorcycle club is a sign of the Shadow Clan's lack of respect for the ways of nature. It's a direct and defiant challenge to our own traditions and values." I'd ask him, “Is that why we should always stay away from them Daddy?” And he would reply, "Yes dear. The elders of the Blue River

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.

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

“This was fun while it lasted, but it was never going to be forever. It was always going to go this way, if things came down to you or the club. You knew this.” “The club?” Liam spat out. He’d never said one word against the Fallen Angels, the one-percenter motorcycle club that Ace was a member of, not in the whole year that he’d been with this man – but the time for reticence was over. Way fucking over. “The club that would make sure that you suffered a slow, painful death if they knew that you like men? The club that would shoot me between the eyes for being a fag?” His voice was dripping with sarcastic venom by now as he deliberately emphasized that hated, hateful word. “That club, Ace? T

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

Their matching leather cuts spike volume, as did their lingering and assessing gazes they seemed to throw at everyone. They didn't need to speak much to let other people know that they had a story behind them. Maybe I was thinking that way because I've read their files with Jacopo the previous night. Maybe that was why I feared for the ladies of the web. From what I have seen on the file, The Only Girls Motorcycle Club goes after revenge like a shark does blood. They are relentless when it comes to protecting one of their own. No one had ever come across their club, did something wrong to them, and lived to tell the tale. And knowing what happened to those two prospect of theirs, I knew they

Parents: Alyce Rose and Charles Robert Thomas Mother: Works part time for U-Tote-Them Residential Address: 2601 East Caron Drive, Phoenix Father Current Residence: Desert Meadows In-Patient Care Facility *note: Father being transferred to a hospice facility within the next week Sibling(s): Brother – Lee Robert Thomas Residential Address: Information unknown *note: Brother has gang affiliation with Desert Crow MC (NFIA) *note: Brother’s juvenile record unavailable, no adult criminal record found Celina’s brother is with the DCMC and there’s no further information available. Why the fuck is he tied in with a white supremacist motorcycle club filled with mostly ex-cons? I have no doubt Celina’s