Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

I forced myself to say, my eyes starting to blink so rapidly, trying to stop myself from shedding tears for the third time. "Nah, that's not possible..." Willa shook her head...same thing Stakes said. "You found out yourself or someone told you?" "Remember I... I told you about Stakes, Lionel's friend...he was the one who pointed out that the bike belonged to Knoxx." I also explained to her from what Stakes had told me, how the bike suddenly went missing the same month my brother died.

Stone had kept his word, but the result was almost more terrifying than if they had just worn their full leather gear. Outside the large glass windows of the bakery, parked directly across the street in the bright morning sun, were Jax and Relax. The heavy, customized choppers they rode were impossible to hide, the chrome pipes glinting fiercely against the asphalt. Instead of their full black leather cuts, they were wearing plain, heavy black t-shirts and dark denim jeans. But a plain t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, terrifying reality of who they were. The black fabric stretched dangerously tight across Jax’s massive, scarred shoulders and broad chest, his thick arms com

Waves foamed against the rocks below, their crash faint beneath the growl of the bike. “You gonna tell me what part made you look like you wanted to throw me in front of a truck?” he asked. I stayed silent until we’d pulled into the sandy clearing near the tent. My legs were stiff from the ride. I slid off the bike and my boots sank into the soft ground, the grains shifting under me. Folding my arms, I kept my gaze fixed somewhere past his shoulder. “You said my name,” I said finally. “When you were talking to Jax.” He swung one leg over the bike, standing now. His gloves came off slowly, one finger at a time, like he was stalling for air before a plunge. “Yeah.”

"You can hop on. I'll take you there." 'Is it safe?' Jana feel her mouth run dry. She can't really argue back. Jazz looked like she doesn't like hearing 'no' especially from strangers. Jana tried to move unhurriedly, waiting for the woman to change her mind halfway. Jana struggled to stretch her short legs. The bike was huge, and Jazz offered no help. She knew how to ride a bike, but god if this bike isn't huge. The seat is too high! "My brother contacted me three days ago. And I haven't told anyone about it yet. There's only me, and now you. Once this information gets out, I'll go after your eyes and gauge them out, hear me?"

she tried again. “Hold on,” he barked. She did—more because she had no choice than because she wanted to. The bike shot forward, tires spitting gravel as they tore out of the alley. Wind slapped her helmet, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. She kept replaying that blond man’s smirk in her head, the way he’d said that girl like it meant more than just Emily Reyes. They didn’t stop until they were across the river, the hospital and its questions far behind. Jax pulled the bike into the covered space behind an old brick warehouse. The engine cut out, leaving them in thick silence, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal.

"You race bikes?" "Among other things." A slow, possessive smirk spread across his face. "A lot of things, honey." Heat crawled straight up my neck. I felt so nervous inside. I snatched the helmet from his large hand and rolled my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn't affected by him. Jax didn't say anything, but I could tell he was still smiling as he turned toward the stairs. Outside, the bike was parked at the curb. It was matte black and looked as mean as he did.

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

“Told you it needed servicing.” I exhaled. “I need somewhere to stash the bike until I find a mechanic.” “I’m a mechanic,” he replied. “You’re also a jackass.” A beat passed before his mouth twitched, almost a smile. “Can’t argue with that. Name’s Jax.” "Sounds the same to me." He gestured toward the shed. “Leave it behind there. I’ll take a look tomorrow if I feel like it.” I wanted to punch something, but instead, I said, “Fine.”

"For us. I want that. The cabin talk. The plans against Darius. Against my father. But the feral whispers bite now or lose her. What if I lose control completely?" "You won't," I promised, sliding my fingers into his hair. "Because I'm talking to the real Jax. The one who rode the bike with me after the informant meet. Who fought like a beast in the ring but for the right reasons. That Jax doesn't beg for bites in caves. He earns his place beside me. Breathe again. Tell me you see me. Not just the bond."

He asked pressing his forehead on mine. "It's just a race, dear hubby; why don't you shut Skyler up by winning," I replied staring back into his grey eyes. "What do I get if I win?" He asked me with a mischievous smile. "You will know after you win." The roaring sounds of bikes caught our attention as another race just ended. "It's time to shine Xander." Skyler chimed, walking up to a silver bike. He was also wearing a silver leather jacket over his black outfit. Skyler was fond of bright colours, unlike Xander, who preferred dark colours.