Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

so adorable. “Fine~,” Jack said then climbed on the bike, it was the latest version being sold and if ‘Dina’ still had her memories she would have even truly stunned by its futuristic designs, even her most talented teacher at school probably wouldn’t be able to pull out building it. Jerry grinned in satisfaction and Jack swore he saw cat ears on his head, hoisting himself up in front of the bike Jerry sat down. “Woopie!! Hey Jack, I like how you’re hugging me but am supporting your whole weight, and holy you’re heavy!” Jerry shouted with a red face due to the wind as they drove off.

“Wow…it's…it’s really mine?” “It’s really yours, sweet boy.” Sebastian knelt down, encircling the boy in his arms. Jaxsen leaned back into him, bringing his hands up to hold onto Sebastian’s forearms. “Happy birthday, Jack,” Sebastian told him gently, kissing him softly on the cheek. He pushed Jaxsen toward the neon green and black splatter painted bicycle. “Go on, Jack, check it out.” Jaxsen walked up to the bike, running his hand along the shiny paint job, gripped the handle bars and felt the gription under his palm. He picked up the helmet, the smooth plastic surface felt sun-warmed in his hands.

He was a jerk and scary, she wasn’t sure what he was doing to her but she really wanted to get to the bottom of everything. Knowing she couldn’t keep everything in, she called her best friend who picked up immediately, telling her everything that happened at school the previous day. “Jess, am I crazy?” she asked as she finished narrating her ordeal. “Probably,” Jessica yawned “but I am going to advise you to stay away, this is not your problem. The guy is in a motorcycle gang and you’re a second-grade teacher. Do not go to his house, you hear me?” “But what if she’s in danger?”

Jack's Pov I watch as han ran into his room to get dressed. Jill was silent as well as everybody. I am glad at that because i was able to think . Few minutes later Han emerge fully dressed in a faded jean and a black top with a black leather jacket. " I'm ready, i will wait outside " he said when he noticed Jill staring at me. Han walk out. Jill walk up to me. " Will you be safe? Don't you think it's a trap ? " she said shakily and i smile.

"He's had that bike for almost ten years. Built most of it himself." Sarah reached out and ran her fingers along the seat but stopped herself before actually touching it like she wasn't sure if she was allowed. Cain must have noticed because he moved to stand beside her. "You can touch it," he said. "It's just a bike." "Just a bike," Jax scoffed from where he was standing next to his own motorcycle. "You nearly killed someone who scratched it last year." "That was different," Cain said but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "That guy did it on purpose."

she said. I spoke up. “I will teach you.” The words came out before I could stop them. Victor nodded. “Good. Jaxon will teach you. Go. Now. You have the whole day.” Scarlett stood in the courtyard. The new bike was there. It was sleek and black. It was beautiful. I stood next to her. “This is the clutch. This is the brake. This is the gas.” I showed her everything. I was patient. I was calm. I liked being near her.

She tapped Jackson on his shoulder and pointed her finger toward the bikes. "Yup, let's do it." He replied. They rented yellow and white bikes from the renter. Jennie had the yellow, and Jackson rode the white. The wind blew through their hair as Jackson screamed. "Where next?" Jennie held the bike handle with her right hand and used her left to take out the paper. "Luxurious Massage Therapy," she answers. "Yes! I need to get some hot stones laid on my back because paddling this bicycle is giving me cramps." He replied.

Or it might trigger an alarm if someone would touch it. His eyes lit up as he smiled down at me. “That’s MTT Turbine Streetfighter with 320 horsepower connected to its accelerator. They only make five units per year.” Then I realized something. He knew a lot of things about this bike. I chuckled. “This is yours.” He grinned, his dimples showing. “Noted.” “What?” “That you wouldn’t mind riding with me with Stella.” I frown. “Who’s Stella?” “She’s my Stella.”

He exhaled slowly. The low growl of a motorbike carried through the trees. Marcus’s head rose instantly. He knew a few people with a bike here in Hartvale, but he could only imagine one who would show up now. Jade. He pushed back from his desk and stepped to the window. A moment later, Jade’s dark red bike slid smoothly into the clearing in front of his cabin, kicking up a lazy swirl of dust.

Who could it be? The base’s clinic is a small room tucked in the back. It has all sterile white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. Jade, our medic, is bandaging a guy’s arm when I walk in. I recognize him immediately—Ghost, one of the Shadow Riders’ heavy hitters. His face is pale, but his eyes are sharp, watching me as I step closer. “MG” he calls, his voice rough but steady. “ It's no wonder Nyx shot you.” I say, forcing a smile. The guy was very rude at me the last time I was at their clubhouse, suspecting me for being a snitch.