Novel & Cerita Iron Horsemen Mc Chapters

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

This chapter contains extremely dark and disturbing content, including forced abortion/miscarriage, psychological and physical torture, graphic violence, and non-consensual elements. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This is a dark MC romance and explores heavy, traumatic themes. If you are sensitive to pregnancy loss, forced medical violation, or intense emotional trauma, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter. This scene is pivotal to Hazel’s character arc and the story’s themes of revenge, resilience, and transformation. It is not written for shock value alone.

The kind that made my pussy throb and remind me, that Steel hadn’t fucked me yet. “You're always going at everything alone. Lone wolf style,” he continued, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and neck. “This is now an MC problem, and we take care of things differently.” His green gaze met mine, and the harshness, yet caring shine in them would have left my knees buckling if I hadn’t already been held up by Steel. And seeing this, I couldn’t speak. Hell, understanding what he was telling me was hard enough! Dealing with all this MALE in front of me at the same time and my pussy’s silent prayers was making it completely impossible!

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

Patrick O’Reilly exhaled a thick plume of smoke and stabbed his cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray on the table in front of him. He gave a barely perceptible nod of his head, and the doors were flung wide, granting admittance to three men, two of whom were dragging in the third. “He’s here.” Patrick rose to his feet and tugged the black leather kutte over his shoulders. There were two patches on the worn old vest that set his apart from the rest of the members of the Steel Claw Motorcycle Club: the most important in this particular moment was the one that read “Vice President”.

What would you build in her name? Chapter 95 is DAMON'S LEGACY! 💫👑⚡ END OF CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

He works to serve me, not the other way around. He hasn't moved or made a sound in a full thirty seconds, long enough to prove I do what I want and not what he ordered, right? Right. I tip my chin higher than normal, walking towards the door without acknowledging him… right until his whisper has me trying not to fall all over myself. ***Author note: New to my books? Join us in our F B group for posting schedules, exclusive updates and to be the first to know when other books launch! GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers ***

"The rogues are no longer guests. As of tonight, they are Iron Howlers. Their blood is our blood. Their fight is our fight." A low murmur broke out. Silas, one of my oldest lieutenants—a man with a beard like a briar patch and a temper to match—stood up. "With all respect, Alpha," Silas growled, "we’ve bled for this MC for twenty years. Now you’re telling us to share our table, our secrets, and our women with a bunch of ghosts who don't even wear the patch? It dilutes the power, Dominic. It makes us weak."

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛..𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦� ��𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

“From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference. “Now, we all know the only things that will never change are how morally questionable and life-threatening they are. So, if you are not up for the challenges, lacking in insurance, or weighed down by that pesky, little voice at the back of your head you call a conscience, you are free to exit now.”