Moto Moto Novels & Stories

“Sige ba. Gusto mo karera pa tayong dalawa eh.” Pinaandar ng dalagita ang motorsiklo, sa binatilyo naman ang kotse. Naunang tumatakbo nang dahan-dahan ang itim na kotse samantalang nakasunod dito ang motorsiklo. Maya-maya ay inunahan na ng motor ang kotse. Sa bilis ng pagpapatakbo niya ay hindi na niya namalayan na wala na palang sumusunod sa kanya.

saying this Mizuki went in deep thoughts and after few minutes she struck with an idea and asked Kei “What makes bike go faster than usual?” “Well motorbikes are faster than cars because of their power to weight ratio and their small frame has less wind resistance and low drag due to which you can continue accelerating.” “Let’s get rid of this side seat. I’m not even sitting there I’m sure it will increase our speed” saying this Mizuki blow away the side machine with her mana. “Still not much speed to catch with other teams” Mizuki thought to herself and again asked Kei “What else could be done to make it go even faster?”

How I would love to wip that smirk on his face! "Just kiddin Darling. Don't be too flustered. All you have to do is to ride Maverick." Oh, that's sinple. I'm used in wild drive----"Backwards." I look at her with horror. W--wait...backwards? The crowd is always wild. But now wilder than earlier. Now that I'm looking at five motorcycles, I felt a worms in my tummy. Gosh! I'm nervous as freak! I know one brand of it. Yamaha M1 motoGP ...that's pretty for a bad boy.

[Fingerprint recognition successful. Zeke was rooted to the spot, looking at the motorcycle that had been fired up as the front of the machine rose, the handlebars popped out, the saddle emerged, and the wheels split into compound wheels. The machine seemed to come alive, as a white streamers-like glow enveloped the body as if an angry lion woke up in the sunlight. It felt violent and cool but also difficult to control. "This bike can reach a top speed of two hundred miles per hour. Do you really want to try it?" Nicole asked as she looked at Zeke's stunned expression.

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.

Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day, handle all important mails and forward any emergency that needs my attention to me". I said grabbing my car keys and heading to my private parking lot. " Nobody messes with a De Marco and goes free". I said to myself, reaching the parking lot. I got intoy car and zoomed off.

It will be funny. Half a bottle and who knows how long later they are still dancing. Drunk, with shining eyes, happy. Muse - Undisclosed desires ** is pouring out of the mobile, which is living out its last minutes. The air is filled with something sweet, spicy, intoxicating ... She moves so softly and sexy ... Her. Everything around is saturated with it. He barely breathes as she approaches. A pretty face with sensual lips is so close ... You trick your lovers That youʼre wicked and divine

“I lived there for a year. Did a bike tour. That’s where I met the Marco’s.” “On a bicycle?” “Not exactly.” Harley takes her phone from her back pocket, pulls up a photo and holds it out for me to take. She points to one of the motorcycles in the background of the photo of her and the two Marcos. It looks like an old Russian military bike and has a sidecar. “This one’s mine, it’s an Ural M72. Old but reliable, easy to fix.” She goes back to eating and lets me inspect the picture.

I need to find a more interesting approach with them. After thinking it over a bit, a brilliant idea hit me. I’ll take my nephews to work with me! They’ll find it insanely interesting, and I need to show up anyway to stay on top of things. A few years ago, I fully moved to the capital, where my relatives have multiplied a lot. I opened a store called “Moto-Style,” where I sell various types of motorcycles, from sport bikes and Harleys to mopeds and all kinds of parts for our two-wheeled friends. My store also has a repair service where different iron horses get serviced.