Manga Moto Novels & Stories

“We’ll be riding.” “Riding?” I echo. What does he mean—does he own a horse? He stops in front of an absolute monstrosity. Behind him gleams a brand-new, sleek black motorbike. It’s glossy, dangerous, beautiful. A machine that screams speed, power… and sin. “You are fucking kidding me,” I gasp. “Hop on, little Ombra,” he smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction. “You’re shitting me,” I whisper, lips parted in disbelief. My eyes can’t stop drinking in the sight. No freaking way.

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.

The motorcycle howled on the dark road like a hungry animal. Cassius’s sedan headlights danced ahead. The beast inside me wasn’t thinking. It wasn’t planning. It wasn’t hesitating. It was only hunting. I accelerated. The wind cut my face, eyes watering, hands firm on the handlebars. The motorcycle engine roared between my legs, pulsing in the same rhythm as my fury. The road was pitted, full of treacherous curves, flanked by dark embankments that dropped into nothingness.

“Just wait for me, okay?” “Yeah, whatever.” She just rolled her eyes at me. What a girl. I put in my keys at my motorbike and started it up, well not mine technically but my gramps’. It is a motorbike called Yamaha Fz-09 or some sh*t like that, my grandfather gave it to me while still not owning it. Kinda bizarre, right? Maybe because it’s friggin’ expensive. I went straight to the mall to meet up with Jon and we could fetch Aya and Kev after we buy food. As I got inside the mall, a lot of people were inside that I feel nauseous just by looking at them while wandering around.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

Liana The engine hums beneath me like a living thing. No. Not hums. Breathes. The MTT 420RR vibrates between my thighs, powerful and impatient, and I swear she recognizes me, is purring just for me. The weight. The balance. The promise of violence if mishandled. I take a deep breath, stilling my hammering heart and lower my visor. Across from me, Luca leans forward over his Ducati Panigale V4 R, red and lethal, like it was forged in Italy purely to break hearts and speed limits.

I stormed out of there, I want to get this mission over with. I strode into my garage, the bright fluorescent lights casting a dull glow. My eyes locked onto the sleek, black motorcycle parked in the center of the room. It was a rare, customized model, designed for power and agility, and only top mercenaries could get their hands on a motorcycle like this. But, as it is, only I have this prototype. A hell of a masterpiece.

The engine roared to life again and the motorcycle jumped towards the man. "Whoa buddy, careful where you are pointing that crotch rocket," the man slurred. He appeared nervous now that he was being watched. The man on the motorcycle let the gear out and again it lunged toward the man. Amara watched in awe at the man wearing a black shirt and jeans with a black as night helmet intimidate the man who was chasing her. After the last lunge the drunk man ran off in the opposite direction. The motorcycle slowly pulled up so that its rider was next to Amara.

He announced and Suddenly loud beating drums rang out as the huge gate that was opposite where we were standing began opening with a creaking sound. Our gaze darted to the gate and there, we saw two handsome motorcycles. The motorcycle on the left had the designs of a cheetah and I believe it belonged to Ace while the one on the right had a dripping blood design on motorcycle's body and I also guesses that it might be the bike he kept for me but I didn't like either of them. No motorcycle could ever beat my Wolf Bike. He was the best out of a million bikes. Plus I couldn't trust Ace. He might have tampered with the engines of the motorcycle or given me a low powered bike that wouldn't give m

She tapped his shoulders and walked away. She smiled when she saw her red Panigale V4 R big bike. Itsuki brought it for her, as she rode in his car earlier. The servants, and most especially Marcus, can't see her, that she can ride a big bike. He might get intrigued by her identity. She immediately rode on her motorcycle and roared the engine.