Manga Moto Novels & Stories

I don’t know if they are Incubi, Bloodmoon, or Madonie, but I’m not going to hit someone with my car unless I know they are my enemy. I managed to skid to a stop having to cut the wheel to avoid them. Breathing heavily and trying to ignore the pain in my chest from the bond, I climbed out of the car. “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!?” I shouted, ready to give whomever they are hell.

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

BROOM BROOM A two-wheeled vehicle was seen speeding down a highway in the middle of the forest. The vehicle, called Motosicca, was being driven by two girls. They were heading from Vestaria to a larger city in the middle of the Vitania mainland. “So, I have to leave Vestaria, Flo?” asked Alisa, who was riding behind. “Too bad you have to do that. You won’t get anything there,” Flo replied. "Oh, I see?"

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

While the other boys rides on the two cow carts bought by Moo Shang . The other group rejected the cow cart lend by Moo Shang as they were fetch by a small van and three cow carts furthermore their village position is just thirty minutes from the town . While the four men rides their motorcycles Infront the four cow carts and one horse carts ,Moo Shang rides the horse he bought at the back of the cow carts . He wants to enjoy the view while taking the pictures with his camera . Sometimes he stops few minutes then catch them back by Speeding the horse pace .

However, what Young Master Hong said next almost scared Yang Xiao's eyeballs out of their sockets. Master Hong smiled and said, "Let's compare motorcycles. The highest record of my subordinate is that a motorcycle can carry 72 people!"

It looked more like a metallic silver levitating Bugatti Veyron rather than a Camaro. Amy kept that image of her husband blowing a kiss back at her locked in her memory. She clutched her 9mm pistol in her left hand and returned to her mission after watching the muscle car fly away. A bluish-white fire exited out of the Camaro’s rear exhaust tips, which were also its thrusters.