Motorcycle Booktok Novels & Stories

“You make enough noise to wake the dead. I didn’t need to spy.” She scowled, brushing dust off her leggings. “What do you want?” I ignored the question and walked past her to the bike. The air between us thickened as I brushed my hand along the metal frame. The engine was still warm. “When you ride,” I said slowly, “you have to move with the wind. Feel the machine, don’t fight it. Your body needs to flow with both the wind and the vehicle.” Reese crossed her arms. “Is that supposed to be some alpha proverb or are you just here to gloat?”

“Come on, man! Please! I did so much for you, for example, when you lost your-“ Raf stopped him and said: “Okay! But don’t you dare to finish this sentence!” I looked at Dylan to understand what they were talking about. But he started laughing. His laugh was cute and contagious. I started smiling too. “Move!” Raf said walking already. I mouthed to Lincoln “I will kill you” and he blew me a kiss. I turned around to find Raf, but he was already far. I ran to him. He took his keys from his pocket and sat on the motorcycle. It was black, classic bike. On the motorcycle there was written Harley Davidson. Of course I knew, it was very expensive. There were 2 helmets, and in the front there was a s

Pamela’s eyes flicked between us. Clara went silent on the line. Jason didn’t ask where I was going. That was the part that stung. I grabbed my purse. My phone. My keys. Walked toward the garage. Past the cars. Past the armored SUV. And stopped in front of it. The motorcycle. Black. Low. Fast. Untouched for years. I ran my fingers over the seat. Helmet on. Engine roaring to life. The vibration under me felt familiar. Alive. Uncontrolled.

I asked. “Yep. Just some club stuff,” he said. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about but I do have to go.” “I understand. Ride safely, okay?” His crisp blue eyes connected with mine, and I held my breath because he was studying me, something else that all his brothers shared. His eyes raked down my body, taking me in as he revved his motorcycle to life. My nipples were standing at attention behind my bra as he straddled his motorcycle. I thought about what it would be like to take him right there on his bike and to suck on his cock until he came down my throat as his legs hummed with the engine underneath his body.

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

I asked once again, his tone implying curiosity. "By motorcycle. Wait a moment here, okay," he said with a faint smile, then hurried to take a fast step leaving the lobby area toward the parking lot. A few seconds later, the roar of an engine broke the night's silence. A black Honda CB300R motorcycle stopped smoothly right in front of me. There was a charm in seeing Reid sitting on that motorcycle seat, looking so stunning amidst the quiet streets. "Let's get on," he invited with a faint smile.

I smiled unconsciously, rolling my eyes playfully before returning to inspect the bikes one by one. "This… this is amazing. I can’t believe what I’m seeing." I stopped in front of a metallic black bike, running my fingers along the polished leather seat. Its chill ran through my skin. I turned to him, eyes sparkling. "I’m really shocked… who would’ve thought Mr. Dorian, so composed and cold as ice, was once a motorcycle-obsessed youth?" I traced my fingers over it again, whispering in awe. "This is truly… breathtaking." Before I could turn, I felt his steps approaching.

“Kamari, I need to show you something outside.” I followed him out into the driveway, my hand instinctively going to one of my daggers. Old habits. Sitting in the driveway was the most beautiful motorcycle I’d ever seen. Black with purple accents that seemed to glow in the morning light. It was sleek, powerful, and aggressive at the same time. My chest tightened as I stared at it. “You got me a bike?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice. “It’s for the mission.” His tone was flat and emotionless. “You’ll need your own transport. The rest of us will be in the van.”

“Kayden needs to keep his distance from you” “What do you mean” “Kayden’s girls are crazy and trust me you don't want to get involved with them” “I wasn't hurt” “What happened in the mall was just the tip of an iceberg” Shawn gave me a pink helmet and I looked at him confused. “You are riding with me” Just as he said that, I noticed the black motorcycle behind him. The deep lustrous paint adorned it's sleek body, and it screamed pure luxury, it looked like a power motorcycle forged from lightweight carbon.

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.