Motorcycle Booktok Novels & Stories

Thomas raises his eyebrows but does not oppose and departs with an “As you wish Mr. Barlow” Within minutes I hear the thundering roar of a motorbike. I can see the excitement in Mr. Barlow’s eyes. He wears his gloves, helmet, and jacket then hands me a jacket and a helmet. “Meet my favorite bike, Raya. My Harley Davidson Street Bob, sit tight and hold on to me as you are in for the ride of your life” he tells me as he sits on the bike.

The deep, growling kind that made your skin prickle. I turned slowly, vision doubled. Six motorcycles tore through the rain. Big black motorcycle with riders dressed head to toe in black, faces hidden behind helmets. The front bike cut through the street and skidded to a stop right in front of me, water splashing from its tires as it braked hard. My knees hit the pavement before I could stop them. One hand clutched my ribs, the other trembling, fingers scraped and bloody. The rider climbed off. His shoulders were broad, frame massive even under the leather. He walked toward me, slow and deliberate.

Together, we head toward the rows of motorcycles lined up by the side. I watch him walk toward a bike that immediately stands out among the rest. Black. Sleek. Just looking at it, I can tell it’s dangerously fast. He must feel proud, owning something this beautiful. Kai glances back at me. “Are you coming over here, or do you need me to carry you?” “NO!”

he asked again. Did I want to? I’d never been on a motorcycle, except in my dreams. One more thing checked off my bucket list. I couldn’t even ask myself if I trusted Xavier Woods. I’d just fucked him in a bathroom. Not even a first date was involved. Sigh. I knew I could trust him. “I would love that. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. But I need to text Grace and let her know where I am so she doesn’t worry,” I said.

Why? My eyes widened in surprise as I followed her. When we reached the bike, I saw it was a sleek, shiny motorcycle. “Gorgeous bike. What’s its name?” I asked, impressed. “Triumph Speed 400,” Ray replied, sitting down and putting on her black sunglasses with a confident smile. “Helmet?” I asked, feeling a little anxious. Ray looked at me for a few moments before replying, “I don’t have a helmet.” Her deadpan expression didn’t reassure me at all.

"Do you need a ride home?" She chuckled and pointed to a nice white bike parked a little ways by mine. "Nope, | have a ride." | was shocked. Yeah, | Knew she was into motorcycles, but | had never seen her ride one to school or anything and | just assumed she didn't have one. "This is yours?" | asked. It was a nice bike, | instantly recognized it as a Ducati. "Damn..." | touched the sides with my fingertips and felt a cool rush over me. "How'd you ever land one of these, they're

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He can be a gentleman when you least expect it, and he does take care of the people he loves. “Jesus…” my breath caught in my throat in instant panic when standing in front of us is a motorbike. He wasn’t lying at all. A substantial black motorcycle beast is perched on a kickstand and shining in the light of the street lamps. It’s almost sparkling with how glossy all the black paintwork and shiny chrome is. Two helmets perched on the long seat. An intimidating beast of a machine that screams of power and speed, and the last of my blood drains to my feet as cold fear grips me. Nausea swirls back to the front of my stomach, and I trembled internally. “I’m not sure about this.” I blurted out im

That sneaky devil didn’t even bother saying goodbye. Her eyes widened in awe as she spotted a black motorcycle with electric blue stripes. Ah! She had always dreamed of riding one of these. “Shall we?” He sat on the bike and offered her a helmet. A mixture of butterflies and excitement swirled in Myla’s stomach. She coughed, trying to hide her flustered state, and carefully positioned herself behind him, making sure not to touch him. With a sudden jerk, the motorcycle roared to life, and instinctively, she latched onto him. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Do you read people for fun?” “For survival.” He shrugged. “Some of us pay attention.” I grabbed a book just to have something in my hands. When I looked back, he was still watching. I left before he could say more. I found my way to the parking lot outside, it smelled like oil and ice. My bike waited for me, patched up, scarred like me. I touched the frame, and smiled. “Not bad form.” I looked up, a tall guy leaned against his own motorcycle, tattoos wrapping his arms. Dark skin, hood shadowing his face.