Jay Jo Bike Novels & Stories

“Pull up all the information about Jay and Yorick. I want a report as soon as possible. Use the spy-tech to figure out their secrets.” Sia reclined on her chair and closed her eyes, trying to relax a bit. Today was a tiring day, both mentally and physically. She had drifted off to sleep before she could realize. *** “The report is ready.” Jojo’s mechanical voice snapped her out of her nap. She opened her eyes to see Jojo standing in front of her with a rectangular device similar to COD. A smile crept her lips as she read the reports. She jumped out of a chair and conjured her private glassway.

Joy said as a slightly better version of our frail bikes with four wheels and a booster flew over the slope to join right behind us. Did she join her and Bella's bikes ? Holy macaroni ! That was a genius idea !! "JAM THE BRAKES. NOW DANTE !!” Joy shouted and when I did so, Joy slid her bike horizontally so that the tires at the end of her death machine went crashing into Kai and Zane's bikes. Kai jumped out of his bike before it burst into flames while Zane's bike went sliding off the slope uncontrollably. However, unlike Kai, Zane could not get out as his leg got caught between the heavy weight of the metallic, junk machine and the rocky slope.

“You will wire the money and right the fuck now!” Matt took a step back while looking alarmed. “And you will drop that fucking pea shooter RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” came a voice from the doorway. Joey slowly turned with a gasp to see the biggest biker he ever saw standing there, holding perhaps the biggest gun he ever saw. Back at the Breed’s Compound… Breed awoke when the sun came streaking in through the window, alerting him that a new day had already arrived. Fuck, he might have overslept. He took in the warmth all along his body that was coming from Kizzy. Damn, this woman fit him so well.

smart ass Tazz,' she thought to herself "His name in the world of riding is known and Terrifying Tiger," Anuj informed her, breaking her from her thoughts, then turned his head to her, "You really didn't know about this side of Bro's life?" he asked this question, expecting an answer from Maya, not Mahira, but she simply shook her head, she indeed never knew about this side of him, when they were together, he loved to ride fast bikes but she hated it, bikes always scared her. She had lost a very close friend in a bike ride once and since then she had forbidden Tazz from riding a bike as well... and here he was, teasing her and killing her softly with his tricks and race.

I declare, and He rolls his eyes. “I have an extra bike in the shed over there, but if you scratch it I’ll rip your head off and hang it on my wall as a trophy,” I warn, turning back to my bike. Maverick turns to the shed and opens the door to reveal a bright red Yamaha R6 with black wheels that has a tag with the name Ezra on it.

He grabbed a baggy jeans, putting it on, he went downstairs, Jojo on his tail. Alex arrived at his living room to find it empty. "Eh... Lady?" He turned to Jojo. "Where did she go to?" Jojo whoof and ran towards the entrance door, Alex followed quickly, he noticed that someone had unlocked the door, looking out, the first thing he noticed was that his bike wasn't were he had parked it. "My bike! Jojo my bike is gone! Fuck! She stole my bike, that blue eyed chipmunk!" She was already far gone as Alex couldn't see her any where in sight.

"So, Colt I was thinking." "What were you thinking, Jared?" I tightened the front wheel of the beauty I was working on. A chopper for some Hollywood hot shot who would probably total the shit in less than a week. Shit, it was his seventy five thousand down the drain. Why should I care? I looked back at Jared when he didn't answer right away. I have a cool relationship with my guys. Not only were they part of my riding crew, but most of them worked for me building top of the line bikes.

So, JoJo made sense. She’s no slouch either. She’s in training to take over as lead oracle one day, but she’s also a badass in a fight. Her parents encouraged her combat skills early, and she’s led raids against rogues, even traveled to Canada to help allies up there. She knows what she’s doing.

With darkness shading his eyes from the view around him and the sameness of trees occupying his sense of sight, Joe limps forward fostering hope that he's on the right path. After a few limps he finds the bike and immediately gets on it, like a toddler when his mom returns from a long trip. He puts the key in the keyhole and starts the bike. But then a thought hits him and he turns back with sorrowful eyes, looking behind for seconds. No doubt, this was something about Sophia. He finally places his hands on the grip of the bike and drives off. A minute of driving and tears form up on Joe's eyes. He snorts.

My name was Joey Herring, and though I was already well into my 30s, I still couldn't ride a bike. Recently, I stumbled upon an ad online. A college student was offering bike lessons for extra cash. In the photo was an alluring, beautiful young woman perched on a bicycle, her long, slender legs drawing the eye. Curiosity got the better of me, and I booked a session. Before I knew it, the weekend rolled around, and she showed up at the park we had arranged to meet at.