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“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it? Weren’t you looking at motorcycles a while back?” He was right. After I had dinner with Hayden and Yulia, I was obsessed with how cool she looked on a motorcycle. When I was flipping through some photographs the other day, Zach noticed and asked me about it. That was why he gave me a motorcycle as a birthday present. “It’s very cool, but…” I reached out to touch its shiny metallic surface. “I don’t know how to ride one.” “I can teach you.” “What?” “Come, I’ll teach you.”

Ember let out a faint laugh and pulled the clutch, "Bye!" She turned the motorcycle around and accelerated towards the road. Since it's already ten and thirty in the evening, the road is clear and fewer vehicles are occupying the road. "Oh, Goddess of wisdom, Athena, please smash her head with your shield. She badly needs it," Pox mumbled and shook his head. Pox went back inside to get his things but he saw lots of paper on top of Ember's desk and curiously read them. "Sullivan Machoss, DD?" Pox whispered to himself and saw a picture of Sullivan. White man, tall. Hair like a chicken, face like a criminal. Lots of piercing, some tattoos on his shoulder. Pox whispered those descriptions in his

James closed his helmet again and got onto a special edition Ducati Panigale V4 Superleggera motorcycle powered by a Superhart Tech engine. He drove his motorbike from the park onto the highway and back to the Ritz. A CAFE After Nicole gave an interview on a talk show, some magazines are now gathering to ask for an exclusive interview with her. And she is happy about it. She knew she could get James' attention in the end. "Tell me how you and James Belgenza met and started dating?" the woman's magazine reporter asked Nicole. Nicole smirked and answered the question on the tape recorder she held close to her.

He announced and Suddenly loud beating drums rang out as the huge gate that was opposite where we were standing began opening with a creaking sound. Our gaze darted to the gate and there, we saw two handsome motorcycles. The motorcycle on the left had the designs of a cheetah and I believe it belonged to Ace while the one on the right had a dripping blood design on motorcycle's body and I also guesses that it might be the bike he kept for me but I didn't like either of them. No motorcycle could ever beat my Wolf Bike. He was the best out of a million bikes. Plus I couldn't trust Ace. He might have tampered with the engines of the motorcycle or given me a low powered bike that wouldn't give m

We stepped outside, the cool morning air a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere inside. As I looked around, my eyes fell on a sleek black motorcycle parked near the entrance. I whistled appreciatively. "You can get this awesome bike but can't... get a good porridge?" Caleb chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "This bike's name is Shadow. And for the record, my cooking skills are just fine. It's the porridge that's lacking."

“Motorcycles: A complete modern history.” I open the cover, and the spine cracks. It’s brand new. I wonder if Ben somehow smuggled this into the Archives. It’s not the type of book that’s highly sought out by scholars. But I laugh all the same, diving into it. The faint scent of citrus and cinnamon floats through the air, as if his scent is still attached to the cover.

Strength, speed, durability, tactical brilliance. When I pull back, his eyes are pure black. "Damn." "Yeah." I sway slightly, and he catches me. "Okay. That was more draining than expected." "You good to fight?" Doc moves closer, concerned. "I'm good." I straighten, drawing on my power to steady myself. "This is the moon's full. I've got plenty of reserves." "Then let's ride." Ryder swings onto his bike. Engines roar to life. Twenty motorcycles, twenty enhanced wolves, and one divine vessel riding toward war.

Then we grabbed my motorcycle and brought it to Miles’s flat which wasn’t very far from the cafe. I looked at my motorcycle and pondered if I should give the keys to him or not. I’d never lent ‘Mocha’ — what I’d named my bike although it was a black motorcycle and not dark brown — to anyone before. Miles seemed to notice my reluctance as he shook his head, smiling. “It’s fine, Xy. You can keep the keys. I won’t use it anyway.”

“You’re perfectly safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Giving her knee a quick squeeze before turning my attention back to the bike, I eased us out onto the road. There were few things better in life than riding a motorcycle, but I could only think of one thing better than riding my bike with Ava hanging on for dear life behind me and that would be fucking her. Since I couldn’t have the other, I just let myself enjoy every second of this.