Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

“Na man Honda is good is it the CBR1000RR-R” “I think so, again I just went for high power and price” I laughed as I pulled out my phone to show him the one, I had ordered for her. “You not scared she will kill herself?” “She is a werewolf. Even if she falls off at high speed, she will be fine” “Who will be fine?” Jill came in and walked over to me wrapping her arms around me “James was asking if I will be worried about you riding a motorbike” “I have not even got one yet” I laughed

Alice I push the bike harder than I should through the wood track, twisting the throttle wide open. Those two bikes behind me are gaining fast, and I recognize the logos on their jackets even in the dark. It is Jackal's underground dogs, the ones who run his dirty races, who do his enforcer work.

Jax rumbled, his voice a low, rough melody that seemed to vibrate right through Milo’s chest. "I... I know," Milo squeaked, his voice trembling from the cold. "I don't know how to fix it." Jax looked at the bike, then back at the boy who looked like he was about to melt into the pavement. "Get on." "What?" "The bike," Jax pointed to his Harley. "I’ll take you home. I’ll put this in the back of my truck tomorrow and fix it for you. But right now, you’re freezing." Milo should have been afraid. He was a small, delicate nerd being offered a ride by a giant, tattooed biker. But when he looked into Jax’s eyes, he didn't see a predator. He saw a wall. A shield.

*** After we ate and the dishes were clean, I changed into jeans, a nice shirt, and boots and was soon ready to go. "Make sure to wear your leather jacket," Xander said when I came out of my dressing room. "If I lay the bike over, I don't want you to get road rash. It really hurts." "Already have it." I held up my jacket to show him. Although it had been a while since I'd ridden a motorcycle, that was one thing you never forget. Elias and Xander were already dressed in their riding gear, waiting for me. Elias reached for my coat and held it while I slid it on. "Let's go."

I instruct. They nod. We make our way out. Outside, it’s chaos. “Get to the bikes. I have to call Sherlock... he’ll erase the footage,” Iren says, dialing his phone. “What the hell was that? Bikers?” I ask Jaxon. He nods grimly. “Club business.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, really?” I throw up my hands. Haru grabs my wrists and pulls them down. “Your ribs. Be careful,” she hisses.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

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.

asked an office boy. "Yes, are you done?" Zahra asked Jamal the office boy. "Yes. I want to take a break. Exit briefly to receive orders. My job will clean the room in the afternoon again. " Zahra nodded. The office boy has changed into a jacket using the O-Mitra online motorcycle taxi jacket. Made by the application made by Bayu.

she told him. Khali put on her helmet right away and started the engine. Her bike is a 125-cc Ninja Street Bike. It was black and convenient for a woman to ride on. She got it from her father. It was the birthday gift she requested at age 18 in exchange for a big debut. Hey, are you listening to me? I'll drive you home." Rye repeated it. Khali smiled. She took off her helmet again. "You worry too much. I'm just fine. You want us to race." She says.

“Toss me your keys?” With a sigh, Jo fished her keys out of her pocket, not sure she wanted to see her bike loaded up on the trailer. Not that she’d ever leave it behind. That bike had been her mom’s at one point, and even though it had over 300,000 miles on it now, it was still faster than shit. Zane knew that, and he took care loading it onto the trailer, making sure both bikes were secure before he closed up the ramp and double checked their babies weren’t going anywhere.