Harley Vivid Black Paint 소설 & 이야기

I had been to this side of the Manor once before and was impressed by his collection. Nothing, however, prepared me for the sight before me once he turned the lights on. There, beside his sleek, black, custom Harley Davidson V-rod that I had drooled over during my one and only visit to this part of the house, was my own sleek red and black accented Ducati Panigale V4S. "You had my bike delivered?"

Chapter 83 Author's POV The heads of the Sea Crocks MC were all in one convoy, everyone had a unique color. Baby's Ferrari was painted in sea green, Jason's BMW M5 driven by Robert was painted in ocean blue color. Jason’s Lamborghini Gallardo was painted in yellow and the other rides had the same black color since they were not formerly black.

His mustang is comfortable inside. Breathable but my air seemed tight around him regardless of the quality of this world-class elitist car. His interior is colored coffee, the creamed coffee. Also the dashboard, it's painted black. Only two colors will be seen inside the car, The creamed coffee or dirty white with black. Gothic and shiny black. His car smells manly too, let's not forget that the owner of the car itself is manly. Take note also of the fact that he is sitting right next to me.

The radiator cover was the same purple I’d painted it when I was twelve. There was an old doll made out of denim, with red yarn for hair and wearing a black Hells Angels T-shirt. One of my father’s old girlfriends had made her for me long ago. Predictably, I’d named her Harley.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.