Novel & Cerita Mc Stories

I asked, bewildered. Sasha looked at me with raised eyebrows. "You don’t know what this is?" I shook my head, and Sasha handed me the card. It was plain but gleaming, with no visible chip. In one corner, three small letters were inscribed: "M.C.S." The card's simplicity was overshadowed by its aura of opulence and power.

But to my surprise, my little firecracker didn’t even blink when she confessed. “Yep,” she confessed without any hesitation, just glancing at the papers in front of me. She pulled two beers out of the fridge and handed me one. Confused, I took it, glancing between her newly showered, half-dressed body and the papers on the table. “Why?” I asked, frowning, but accepted the beer. She nodded over to the sofa, and wordlessly, I followed her lead. “My brother is a MC,” she explained, sitting down and facing me. “Got involved with some illegal shit and I’m trying to see if I can get him out in one piece.”

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.

This is the end to book one of Master's Secret. I am currently working on book two and some other projects as well. You can stay tuned on my books at Azria Phoenix -Author | F******k or on my I*******m AzriaPhoenix. Thank you for travelling with me through my adventures, and I hope to see more of your lovely faces! You can also read one of my other projects that is till in the works on Good Novel Called Alliah's Fight For Her Kingdom and Her Heart. There is 30 successfully chapters published and many more are on the way! I thank you to all my supporters and hope that you will continue reading my work! Love you all!

I'm able to pull a total of four and I pray that I only need one to get the job done. Years ago, when I was fifteen, Max and Shane pulled me aside and taught me certain things they had learned. It was no surprise a woman wasn't supposed to be in the MC, that's what old ladies and sweetbutts were for, but they taught me some things they thought I might need to know. Firing a gun, fending off a guy who might have gotten too handsy, and how to pick a lock or a set of handcuffs. As I hear the clicking sounds of the handcuffs coming apart and falling on the ground beside me, I thank God for the latter.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

Chapter 28: One Hell Of A Skirmish The Outskirts, The Coyote M. C. Hangout, Canyon Creek, Iowa... Growls rumbled through the air as much as the roaring of the various motorcycle engines that had come to a certain area before being shut down as gunshots could be heard ringing out all along the patch of dirt the rival M. C. called their own. At first glance, Brick's keen grey eyes took notice of the damage done via the shootings and the struggle that ensued once The Badger M.C. happened upon the "Zygote" territory. Dirt and dust filled the air making it much more difficult to see one's hand in front of their face, but the Howler M.C. had multiple advantages in comparison to The Badgers M.C. an