Mc Biker Romance Novels & Stories

I would still send him home tonight feeling lost. Just then, Dante walked up between us in his tall frame. “You both will ride with the spirit of the brotherhood. You are not allowed to die. If you fall, you rise again.” That was all he said before turning his back and leaving us alone. I didn’t need his motivation. I was ready for this. And thankfully, I had been using the painkiller Dr.Vance gave me to numb the tremble in my left arm. My jaw flexed, teeth grinding as I straddled the beast beneath me. The hell-bound bike was unlike anything street legal—matte black frame, skeletal structure, raw engine growl that sounded more alive than machine. The handlebars vibrated hungrily like it want

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

Boarded, up businesses lined Main Street, and the few people walking the sidewalks looked tired and worn. But the Iron Serpents clubhouse looked exactly the same. Axel pulled into the parking lot, and I climbed off the bike on unsteady legs. Hours on a motorcycle had left me stiff and sore, but that wasn't why my hands were shaking. The clubhouse squatted like a concrete fortress, all black walls and barred windows. Motorcycles lined the front, gleaming in the fading light. Music and laughter drifted from inside, along with the smell of cigarettes and beer. "Marco's waiting," Axel said, removing his helmet.

Talk then. I scowl. Douchebag. She doesn’t love him — any idiot with eyes can see that — so what exactly is there to talk about? Another message sits higher up. Older. Darker. D Stalker: You are mine💗 Stay away from the biker! My jaw tightens. The message crawls under my skin in all the wrong ways. This jerk rattles me more than her jagoff boyfriend. My pulse spikes, irritation flaring hot and possessive before I can stop it.

“Riders approaching fast unmarked bikes.” Tristan’s posture changes instantly. The biker Alpha steps forward, power radiating from him like a living storm. His MC moves as one, hands drifting toward concealed weapons, engines roaring back to life. Orion shifts beside me, wolf on high alert, teeth flashing beneath his lips. “Take Athena back,” Tristan orders one of his men without looking away from the treeline. “I can stand my ground,” I snap, chest rising, wolf surging forward instinctively. His head turns sharply, gold eyes flashing with steel. “Not today.”

The size of the man that she was clinging to and the power of the motor between her thighs was turning her on greatly. Her nipples turned as hard as a rock, and she pressed her breasts up against the biker’s thick back. As the motorcycle sped along, Lacey couldn’t help but discretely grind her crotch down onto the leather seat. Every bump in the road and every passing second turned her on even more. But she knew that it was the biker that was the main reason she was getting so hot. The biker, and the huge vibrating thing between his legs. The bike slowed down and they pulled over by the side of the highway. Despite nearing the next town, the spot the man had pulled into seemed even more deso

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

“She thought I was bluffing.” Santi’s phone buzzed. He checked the screen, then slid it across to Marco. A grainy photo filled it—security cam footage from a dusty roadside gas station. Ashley’s car sat at a pump. And behind her, blurred but unmistakable, were two bikes. Colors faded, but Marco recognized the patch on the leather cuts. Vipers MC.

“He’s that good. You’ll see.” “Shit.” We went to the front door and walked through the long hallway. Next door had two guards wearing bikers’ leather jackets named Coyote Bikers Club on them. McKaye pulled out his wallet and gave them two hundred bucks. “For me and the lady.” The bikers barely nodded with the same pissed-off look. The taller guy said, “Your guy is gonna die today.” “Good luck with that,” said McKaye, smirking before we entered the door.