Moto Moto Novels & Stories

“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.

His deep forest scent invades my nose, and I feel myself drown in him, in everything that is Kai. “So, what is this beast called?” I ask, meaning the motorcycle. “Kawasaki Ninja H2 SX, luckily this one is street legal. I knew I would get you today, so I chose this one.” He says and moves to start the bike, but I place my hand on his arm. “Street legal? What does that mean?” I ask, too afraid to know, but he lets out a chuckle as the beast growls to life. “You’ll see,” is all that he promised before we sped away.

Ningsih felt familiar with that motorbike. "Let’s go fast!" Sugeng rode the motorcycle at super speed. "By the way, where did you get this motorcycle?" Ningsih asked in the midst of the high-speed ride. "Uh, this... it's Markonah's motorcycle. Hehe." Suddenly... Dhoodododododododot ... The motorcycle they were riding on broke down in the middle of the road. In Sugeng's mind, Markonah's words echoed. "Don’t speed, or it will break down!"

The buzzing sound of people talking about Lea filled the hall, while Fely and Nina were getting more confident and getting ready to hear the announcement as the winner. "Ms. Lea Ariane, contestants with number 20, please go up on the catwalk. One ... two ... three ... Fo--" Suddenly the hall door opened automatically and a large red motorbike slid in. It is a motorbike that currently has a reputation as the most expensive two-wheeled vehicle, almost the price of a famous brand car. The elegant design and power carried by the motor make this vehicle a limited edition product. All eyes stared in amazement at the cool motorbike and even more surprised when they saw the rider.

Miral spoke, breaking down once more. "Okay! Let's do one thing," Aditya spoke, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Wh..what?" She questioned. "Don't say a word. Don't think a thought. Just do nothing. I am going to play some soothing music. You just listen to the music and look out of the car's window. This city looks amazing during night," Aditya spoke in a soft tone. Miral looked at Aditya, confused at his response, but she didn't have the energy to think or argue about it anymore. She nodded and sat comfortably on her seat.

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.

It was a shrine. Five vehicles sat under ceiling lights like pieces in a private museum. Each one gleaming, each one clearly loved. A cherry red classic car with a long hood and glinting chrome. The black sports car he drove me here yesterday, sleek and sinful. Then, something that looked like it belonged in a warzone, matte green and brutal. And two motorbikes, each looking fast enough to tempt death. Misha didn’t even glance at the classic, heading straight to the less assuming black one. He tossed a key into the air, catching it like it was muscle memory.

His eyes flick to mine. “Fast enough to hurt your feelings.” Adriano curses in Italian and walks to another bike. His hand settles on a black and silver monster. “The BMW M 1000 RR,” he says flatly. His eyes lock on mine. “205 horsepower. Built for racing. Aerodynamic winglets. Brutal acceleration.” His voice drops. “You can still back out.” I smile. They are trying to intimidate me with specs and technical jargon. “I won’t. This beautiful lady tells me she will look even better with a Victory ribbon and I believe her” I say stroking a finger in reverence over the leather seat of the MTT.

It would take Laura several days to get back to him and Tynan used that time to do his stealthy research on her background and past using the information he learned about her. The first thing Tynan learnt about was the type of bike Felix was. A Honda Rally was a dual-sport motorbike that could be used legally on the streets and off-road. It could also be used to enter some motorcycle races. Laura was right about it being on the smaller side but when Tynan took his time to dig into the technical details of this bike, he understood why Laura loved it so much. In fact, the bike resembled the owner. For something so small, it was very powerful and it reminded him about the little spitfire inside