Motorcycle Booktok Novels & Stories

“Why not?” Brooke shakes her head. “I’m not comfortable with motorcycles. They’re dangerous.” I arch a brow. “Have you ever even been on one?” She shakes her head again. “Aw, c’mon,” I chuckle. “I’ll take it nice and slow for your first time.” And I don’t just mean the motorcycle ride. Another shake of her head. Damn, this chick is stubborn. I heave a sigh, reaching back to pull my jacket off of the chairback. “Fine, I’ll see if I can borrow Gray’s Jeep. Meet me out front at five?”

Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.

The pavement blurs beneath my feet as we run, bullets buzzing around us like furious wasps. I have no idea where we’re going. “Here.” He yanks my arm, veering us into a dimly lit alley. The motorcycle ahead of us is a beast on two wheels. Royal blue and black, tall, powerful, dangerous, and beautiful. The kind of machine that screams speed and chaos. Midnight mounts it without pause and extends a hand to me. I’m still catching my breath, but I don’t waste time. I grab on and climb behind him. The engine roars like thunder as he takes off.

He tapped the side of his motorcycle, a silent invitation for me to climb on. I had only been on a motorcycle once before, and it was stationary, merely for a promotional shoot. But this time, with Vincent by my side, I didn't feel a trace of fear. With him, I felt safe and alive, ready to embrace every thrill that awaited me. I swung my leg over the sleek machine and wrapped my arms tightly around Vincent's waist. The rumbling engine roared to life as he revved it, filling the night with an exhilarating sound. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that this moment would be etched in my memory forever.

There was a bookshelf that was about six feet tall which was filled with medical books and containers with herbs in them. There was a lot of greenery at the door. Most of them were herbs. All of them were labeled. In the middle of the living room sat a very cool-looking black and red motorcycle. It was the BMW S 1000 RR which was no longer being produced. Aria walked over to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge. She wanted to drink some water and watch some TV. Suddenly, the phone that was charging on her desk rang. It was a custom ringtone.

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

“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.

He said and left the place with a grim expression on his face. "You wanna talk to me?" just when he left from our view, Grace asked me. "Yeah, come with me. I will tell you on the way." I said and she nodded. We reached our parking lot and went towards our vehicle side. "Open it," I told her to open the cover which covers the vehicle that I bought specifically for her. She looks confused but still obeyed. As she opened the cover, a huge motorcycle came into view making her look in awe! She was utterly surprised to see a pretty new edition motorcycle that was released just today.

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full Circle Mia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were. "Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to."

I choke out. I clench my teeth so hard that my jaw slowly pulses with pain. I squint my eyes and take one deep breath before getting on the motorcycle. I grab onto the back of the cross seat and wait for us to get moving. “Is life unkind to you?” he asks with raised eyebrows, glancing over his shoulder at me. When I don’t respond, he grabs my hands and wraps them around his waist. “Don’t let go,” he orders, looking ahead, then puts his hands on the steering wheel. These are the last words I hear from him. The next moment, he fires up the engine and pushes off with his foot, setting the motorcycle in motion. The squeal of the tires makes me shiver. The boy makes a sharp turn, brushing