Jay Jo Bike Novels & Stories

Location: Seoul, South Korea. Time: 11:30am Meet Mr Jungwoo who was 24 years old. He was standing near the telephone booth. He was wearing a grey long coat and black beret hat. The cops were chasing the black superbike MTT Turbine A2K. The person who rode the bike wore black leather pants and a jacket. He had a black helmet on his face. Nobody could readily recognise him. He pulled out the gear and blew his bike into the air. He crossed two lorries in a row. He seemed like a professional cavalier.

She says hanging up and climbs onto the back of the motorbike. I follow her directions to the park and we arrive just as Jayden arrives on foot. He stops in his tracks and looks at me wide eyed. He's in a black leather jacket where he's tacked his hands in. He has a pair of black jeans that look good on him. Linda gets off the bike as Jayden opens and shuts his mouth then walks to me when he notices that I'm trying to leave. "Jada? Fuck! I've been looking everywhere for you." He says surprising me. He has?

And there it was, My bike. Silver. Smooth. Beautiful. Like moonlight trapped in steel. For a second, I forgot the pain. My heart beat fast, excitement, joy, pride. “Wow,” I whispered. “It’s… beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it.” He smiled. “It’s even better in person. It’s one of only two released in this city.” He asked if I needed a teacher, but I chuckled. “No. I can drive.” Of course I can. I rode a bike back home. A smaller one, but silver too.

Gio and Abi had gone from Cherry's little love nest to the Harley Dealer where the owner had shown them the new Harley Electric Motorcycle. After a test drive and realizing that with the amount for his old bike the owner gave him in trade, the brand new electric bike was the same price as the used loaner bike, Gio bought it.

Paddy had confirmed that all was not the way it seemed to be. Frowning and deep in thought, he swung himself onto his black sports bike, a powerful Kawasaki ZX series bike that had been a recent gift from his parents. It was high-powered with sophisticated suspension systems and high-performance brakes, and he had made sure to get it typically stuffed with the latest and greatest technology available. Claude had whistled in awe but he had remarked, in his frank way, “ It doesn’t look too comfortable, Paddy!”

It's like riding a completely different machine. "Damn," Phoenix whistles from where he's been watching. "That sounds incredible." "She's beautiful," Jolie says softly, running her fingers along the gas tank with something like reverence. "All that power, all that freedom. Must be amazing to ride something like this." Something in her voice catches my attention. A wistfulness, a longing she's trying to hide. "Have you ever rode a bike?" I ask. She shakes her head quickly. "Pack members weren't allowed. Too dangerous, they said. Might get hurt and become even more useless." Her voice turns bitter on the last words.

"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?"

"It’s going to rain. You aren't going to get a cab, and you aren't staying in this wreck." He tapped the back of his bike. "Do you mind joining me? I'll drop you off." "On that?" I looked at the massive machine. "I... I've never been on a bike." "It’s better than being on the side of the road with a target on your back," he said. He pulled on a pair of leather gloves. "Come on. Get on." I grabbed my bag and the files I had saved from the office. I hopped onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms tightly around Jax’s waist. He was solid as a rock.

They all cheered happily, jumping in the air. I pulled one of the teens' bikes. "Here is your brake. You match to slow down in case of steep slopes. And this is the accelerator." I had begun explaining the parts to them when Jayden showed again n his red biker jacket, leather boots, hand gloves, and a mask. "How about I join you guys?" The children turned, caught sight of him, and a higher percentage of them cheered and screamed. "The masked biker! Masked biker!" My rage tripled. When our eyes met, I threw all shades of bitter hateful glare at him, while he just held a nasty smirk.

I would love to have her tied up and naked as I use her body for my pleasure. " Earth to you idiot!" Jepoy says as he slaps my head. I snap out of my fantasies. "What the fuck are you thinking? I know that look and I would like to say it's disgusting." He says. I ignore him but can't help the smile that paints my lips. I make my way to my bike with every intention of leaving the club. Jepoy's footsteps echo behind me. " By the way, what did Linda say?" Jepoy asks and my mood suddenly darkens.