Moto Moto Novels & Stories

"Oo. Sabi nila pag marunong ka na mag bike, madali na lang ang pagmomotor." "Totoo 'yon. Riding a motorcycle is all about balancing. Kung marunong kana mag bike, ibig sabihin kaya mo na nga ang mag motor." wika ko "Matuturuan mo ba 'ko?" tanong niya. Hindi ko s'ya sinagot at naglakad ako papunta sa gilid ng kwarto kung saan nakasabit ang landline. Tumawag ako sa front desk at nagtanong ng mga konting information about sa buong lugar ng resort.

“Hello and thank you for calling the Sleepy Oak Motel. How can I help you?” “Is this the Murder Motel?” Asks a deep, artificial voice. It sounds as if they are talking through one of those voice distorter toys that you can buy at a super market. “This is the Sleepy Oak Motel.” Owen answers, growing annoyed by that constant question. He gets calls like this a million and ten times a day it seems. “Before you ask your next question, yes it was the motel with all the kidnappings and killings. No, the motel is not haunted. No, I do not give interviews. It is just a motel now. Does that clear anything up for you?”

Cole- Yes, sir, masser, sir. Sebastian- I don’t appreciate the sass. I want Temperance to be good. Cole- Yeah, well you know as much as I want to blame this on you two treating the mate bond like trash, I can’t. None of your bitches, nor Milo and Otis have anything to do with this. Sebastian- Who the hell is Otis? Cole- You poor deprived human. Milo and Otis are a cat and dog pair, who formed a lifelong friendship in a wonderful classic movie. I used the name in place of Kent, because unlike you, Temperance only had two boy toys to your 19.

Emmett swallowed hard and scratched his head, as he hadn’t raced in a while, but for Eli, he would do it. “So, where is he?” Eli asked, but they were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine, and Eli knew exactly what kind of motorcycle made that sound. “Damn. One of my favorite expensive motorbikes. BMW HP4,” Eli muttered, then pushed the people blocking his way to see who wanted to challenge Emmett. He frowned when he saw one of the most expensive motorcycles in the Philippines and squinted to identify who Emmett’s opponent would be, but he couldn’t recognize him.

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.

Harkins retorted. I could hear the distinctive sound of a Harley-Davidson "Hog" motorcycle approaching. "That Moose?" I asked. "Should be," Richard said. "It's about time." I watched the video screen and saw a huge, bearded man riding a motorcycle that looked like a toy under him roar into the parking lot and up to the sleazy club's front door. He dismounted and stood there, looking around. "Goin' in," I heard a rough voice say.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

It’s a corrugated tin shack, leaning precariously against a retaining wall. I rip the door open. Inside, sitting under a tarp, is a motorcycle. It’s not a chopper. It’s a sleek, matte-black sport bike. A Ducati. Fast. Agile. A Reaper's bike. I shove the documents inside my leather jacket—the one Drakon gave me back at the motel, which I miraculously still have—zipping it up to my chin. I jam the key into the ignition. It turns. The dashboard lights up. I hit the starter.

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

They reveled in the heat of the battle, enjoying the adrenaline that it brought. “What are we going to do anyway?” Metikulo reprimanded his brother who seemed adamant about causing trouble. Though he too enjoyed the sheer joy of fighting, there was no way that he’d want to get scolded by their mother again. “All we need to do is just take one of those carts that have food and we’re all good,” Giro pointed at the four-wheeled container that was carrying baskets of fruits, bottles of wine, and urns spices. “How will we do that?” Cicero frowned seeing how large the thing was. He was sure that taking such a large thing was going to be a lot of work, something he did not like very much.