Johnny Blaze Motorcycle Novels & Stories

I put my faith in John Thomas. I put my faith in the Captain of the Blaze. And I climbed onboard. Ready to go to Haven Island. The Blaze was a massive ship. The wood was polished darkly but had been worn in some places, to a lighter color, by the sun. Making it seem even more striking. The words along the front were done in emblazoned orange lettering with flecks of blue emerging as though it were afire. The figure head was a flame.

They glare at me and hissed when they heard me chuckle. "I said just be with him, I never said stop him from drinking," I said and grab one can of beer and sat beside them. I heard Josh hissed before answering. "He was going to go to Cassidy's burial and we stop him because we know what will happen," Josh said, I shrug my shoulder and look at Blaze who is sobbing while drinking on his bottle of whiskey. I sigh and walk near him. "Blaze," I said and he looks at me. "My man!" he said and raised his bottle of whiskey in his hands and looks at the bottle of beer I am holding, he taps the seat beside him and sighs.

“You have someone gunning for you, I have someone gunning for me. Perhaps the person is one and the same.” I scowled at him. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Why could this not wait until tomorrow?” “Two of my guys are dead.” “What do you expect me to do about that, Blaze? Necromancy isn’t in my skill set.” His face dropped. “Blaze, enough dancing around the issue. Why are you here? What do you want?” “Guns.” “Guns. Can you actually afford to pay for them? You’ve just told me you lost a shipment of cocaine. That isn’t good for your bottom line.”

Vyan chortled, fixing his eyes on the road ahead. Blaze shifted in his seat uncomfortably, a slight frown creased on his face. He was just irritated by her being in the same car. How was he supposed to survive living with her? "Tell me more about your profession," she asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Sure," Vyan agreed and started chatting about his mafia work. She listened intently, asking a few questions occasionally with enthusiasm, much to Blaze's dismay. His brother was getting swayed by that chatterbox's charms and he could do nothing but sulk quietly in the car.

leaving we hop on Jakes motorcycle which was cool as hell so I quickly put my hair in a braid and he brought me a helmet so he thought of everything for safety I guess he said he even put a sissy bar on it so I wouldn't fall off so as he got he told me to hold on tight did I mention that Jake is smoking hot like Jax Teller hot yes ma'am I don't know how long my panties are gonna stay dry today laughing to my self. Hold on tight, okay? Jake says . Okay , I yell back as he's starting up his bike. we take off driving around. I catch Blaine's look of shock as I wave at him from the back Jakes motorcycle. I don't know about it but I have had the best time of my life since we moved. Blaine's pov.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

you take care of him" She replied annoyed and snatched her flute from her hands before walking away. Maya rubbed her face exhausted. "Why are you doing this, Damon?... Mira is not made for you!" Damon smirked when Dil crossed the leading horses. "That's my girl... You are made for me, just like your owner... Fiery and strong!" "His elbow is bleeding!" Durga said in panic. "Is this race more important than his life?" "You don't know, babe!"

“They’re going to murder us.” “Possibly, yeah,” Damien agrees. “Drink up then, boys,” Blaze says. “If we’re going to die, let’s do it drunk and light.” And empty minded. “Now that sounds like a good way to go,” Damien toasts. Ever the overthinker himself, he would enjoy going out with nothing but a empty glass and a flowing buzz. “Pour me a glass, will you?” Blaze shrugs, standing to make his way over to the bar, and he offers, “Why not take a whole bottle?” He says, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and holding it out to the man who nods.

“Matt's telling the truth. Heard they're always out trading in the afternoon. ATF’s got their back, so they're good.” “Okay then, so now how do we go in so we don't cause a scene and they don't lock up their gate?” Blaze turns on the ignition, grabbing all of our attention. “Don't worry, brothers. I've got it. Get ready to jump out ASAP.” “What are you trying to do?” Rip asks, narrowing his gaze at the driver's seat. Blaze laughs. “Don't worry, mister president. Just trust me and get ready to jump out. This is about to be a lot of funnn.”

Jordan was the one who insisted on meddling, making Fiona lose her chance to fight and even scolded her right now? Fiona got energized and ready to test her skills. She waved her fists excitedly and said, "Come on, let's see how you're going to challenge me!" Just as Jordan was about to make a move, he heard the noisy sounds of motorcycles coming from outside. The sound of the motorcycles grew louder, and soon a group of more than a dozen riders on motorcycles came into view, driving toward everyone. Each of these individuals was riding a high-performance motorcycle, with the leading bike being a particularly expensive BMW S series worth more than 100,000.