Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Booktok

Tires crunching gravel. The sea of girls parted in awe as five motorcycles rolled in, headlights cutting through the dark. The lead bike slowed, flames etched across its black body. My chest caved in. I knew that design. Rhett’s bike. The rider killed the engine, swung a boot to the ground, and lifted off his helmet. Screams exploded. The air cracked with them. Rhett Voss. His dark hair damp with sweat, jaw like stone, eyes sharp as blades as they scanned the sea of girls like he owned them.

Chapter Seven The parking lot was nearly empty, our footsteps echoing against concrete as I followed Adrien through the rain. My feet were bare now, the ruined heels abandoned somewhere on the terrace because I simply couldn't walk in them anymore. The cold pavement bit into my soles with each step, but it was nothing compared to the bone-deep chill that had settled into my body over the past three hours. He stopped beside the motorcycle—a Ducati, it was sleek, black and dangerous-looking. Everything about it screamed speed and power and recklessness and I loved it! He opened the storage compartment and pulled out a helmet, holding it out to me without a word.

~ Knox ~ The roar of my motorcycle vibrates through to my bones, immediately relaxing my body and mind. Whipping in-between traffic as I let my bike go full throttle, this is where I feel myself…this is my sanctuary. Somewhere I don’t need to think, just do.

She walks slowly down the steps when she roars like a tiger and leaps forward over the bikes and takes off. “Shit, follow her, but don’t get too close.” I grab a zip-lock bag placing the glove inside as I run to my cage. Fuck, I need my bike. “Move Outlaw, take my bike.” Rebel says, and I look over at her Suzuki Hayabusa. Rebel moves towards the bike and presses her thumb into a pad and the bike revs to life. “Keep up with Mystique oh, here.” She throws me a tracker and I look at her.

“You’re walking into the Annual Meeting with wolves who smell blood. If you’re going to survive biker politics, you need more than sharp instincts.” “I can ride,” she said quickly. “You’ve seen me.” “I’ve seen you ride,” I corrected. “I haven’t seen you command.” Her brows furrowed. “Hmmm, there’s a difference?” “Obviously,” I replied sounding almost sarcastic. “In this vast world of ours, motorcycles aren’t transportation. They’re statements. The way you ride tells everyone exactly who you are, either; weak, reckless, or untouchable.” She crossed her arms. “And you think I look weak?”

, Rex said snidely, what was his problem with me now. "Shut it up Rex, you're just jealous that Nox and Vixen did better than you and Yuri.", Mariana replied back at him, crossing her hands on her chest. "At least we're not using some illegal thing unlike these idiots.", Yuri shouted back at us and I told Mariana to just shake it off and tell her and everyone to celebrate all of our test today in Crystal Zilch which is a popular bar in our region. They cheered at me and with that we left our school stationary building, I went into my new Tron Bike XR2 which is the super speed motorcycle. Grabbing the glasses thing and wear it, it detects my iris and automatically extended to be a helmet. I t

“Three years ago, there was this woman that I met in a place full of flashing lights and deafening beat of music.” I raised a corner of my lips to him and snickered. “Do I look like someone wanting to hear a sweet fairy tale right now?” Zaetron smirked and brought his face closer to mine even more. “You don’t. But you have to.” He retracted and leaned on the back rest, not taking his eyes off me. “Her hair was tied up high messed up by the wind. Probably because she has gone from a two-wheeled metallic horse which humans call motorcycle. And this girl even named it ‘black mamba’.”

Her body leaned slightly forward, and I could clearly feel the warmth of her against my back. I almost forgot to breathe. “Why are you going so slow?” her voice sounded near my ear, half laughing. “I-I’m not slow,” I protested quickly, even though I knew that was a lie. Rachel chuckled softly. The vibration traveled through my back. Then she leaned a little closer and whispered, her voice soft against the wind, “I like riding motorcycles.” I froze for a split second. “Y-you do?” “Yeah,” she answered. “It feels freer. You can feel the wind. Not like being inside a car.”

Hera fires a warning shot into the ceiling, the crack echoing as the bar erupts into chaos. Chaos erupt as people scramble around diving for cover. I grab Mason’s arm, dragging him toward the door. “Move!” I shout. We burst into the parking lot, the evening air hitting us like a slap. Hera’s right behind, covering our backs as we sprint for the bikes. The two guys are on our heels but we are fast. I climb on my motorcycle and Mason does the same. The engines come alive as we speed away, Hera's car trailing behind us.

Mason hissed, and Rori gasped as Kristi swore under her breath. Rori couldn't believe Kristi would betray her privacy like that. She knew Mason was Kristi’s twin, but that didn't give her the right to blab her business. Rori would never have done that to her, she thought. Rori snapped her head in Kristi’s direction, but before Rori could say anything she heard a a noise that almost made her heart stop, it was the familiar boom of the fastest motorcycle in the world and her breathing stopped as she realized the sound was emanating from behind her. Rori turned around slowly and to her shock and delight in the distance she spotted Murdok and his bike. He halted about a hundred yards from where