Johnny Blaze Motorcycle Novels & Stories

"How did he do it? How did he manage to kill all those people?" "Blaze used anything and everything he could find," Phoenix explains. "He was resourceful, turning everyday objects into lethal weapons. His captors underestimated him, thinking he was just a child. But he proved them wrong, using their arrogance against them. He learned to strike without hesitation, to aim for vital points, ensuring his enemies couldn't get back up." Astrid's expression was one of deep empathy. "It must have been so hard for him." "Of course, Blaze never told us about it himself. If I were in his shoes, I likely would have kept such harrowing experiences to myself as well. I found out through another source," P

You didn't know right" "It's his jealousy that brought all of these. Mr. Blaze real name is John. He was a riff raff who had nothing but could only depend on his brother, Your father. No matter how your father helped him, he just wasn't satisfied. He planned to kill your father but I got a better offer for him. I created an organ selling organization, Where Rich and powerful people will come to me for organs, so I had to bring your father and mother in as Hostage ready to use them for myself because my Heart and liver has never been good since I was little.

"Yep, we drove it from Arizona to Texas and the fact that it's still intact is shocking to me. It's taken a few rockets and I'm hoping that Miguel will be able to fix it, or at least give it a crutch to last a bit longer." "If anyone could, it'd be Miguel, good luck with your tanking," He said as I left the store and got back on my motorcycle, I sped past the tank and saw that the rest of the trucks were in front of Miguel, passing by I waved to Jade and then Alex, before speeding up and getting far ahead of them all. When I got home I parked my motorcycle in the garage and headed inside, I hadn't even gotten in the door fully before I got tackled to the floor by Johnny. "Jesus Christ, JJ, y

"What? It's not like I don't notice other hot guys. Just because I'm with Ryan and he's like sex on a stick doesn't mean I can't appreciate other men who are also good looking. And Leighton, baby doll, he's good looking." Blaze agrees. "Yeah, if I hadn't met Trevor first, Holden would totally be my type of guy. Dark eyes, dark looks, tattoos and muscles for fucking days…" she trails off. "What?" She glances at us. "I'm making a point for her." She gestures at me. "Wait," Blaze stops and tilts her head, "I know what I saw in the back of that ambulance the day he came to get you. You mean to tell me you've never done the deed, because the chemistry was flowing off the two of you that day? I th

,Benny said. "No. I didn't mean it like that-"Blaze said defensively. "No. I think I get it",Benny said dejectedly heading to the door. "Ooh man. I-I had no clue that you two-"I started wanting to apologize and not say the wrong thing. "You couldn't have known. What can I get you? You look like shit, man" And the old Blaze was back moving around his home with ease, and getting a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey from his gin cupboard.

Blaze’s tone left no room for it. We loaded up and headed out into the night. The drive felt longer than it should have. I sat in the middle vehicle between Colt and one of the other guys, with Blaze riding ahead on his bike and Damon leading the front. The whole time, my mind kept drifting back to that old photograph I had found.

She turned her head to a middle aged man with his cap wearing in reversed way and wore his overall working. The man waved at her, asking to follow him. They walked in front of those super maintained motorcycles. “Here you are.” They stopped in front of a black sport motorcycle and it seemed that it just got polished. It was fire blade edition by Honda but it had been repainted in black polished. “I have reassembled some old parts.” Mandy explained. “Since the last time you took it for illegal street racing. A year ago and I almost desperately needed it to be sold.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I just needed her to keep moving. A rogue stumbled into our path, coughing violently. Blaze didn’t hesitate. He slammed his fist into the man’s jaw, catching him before he hit the ground and dragging him behind a crate so he wouldn’t be seen. “Go,” Blaze said. “I’ll catch up.” “No,” I snapped. “We move together.” He met my eyes for a split second, then nodded. We ran again. The cart came into view just as another explosion went off somewhere to the east. Flames flared high, painting the night orange.

Blaze glared at him. "How can I fucking calm down!? My mate is missing, for fuck's sake!" Blaze said. He breathed deeply, trying to control his raging beast that wanted to come out and ripped everyone to pieces. "Call Marco and Trevor," Blaze ordered. "You, Mason, Adrian, and Clarence will join me. We will find my mate, your Luna," he added. Caleb nodded his head and went out of the packhouse while Mason stood still with his head bowed. Blaze went inside of his room.