Motorcycle Booktok Novels & Stories

she asked so I nod my head. "Let's go," I responded then grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the mansion. We walked towards the garage where my motorbikes are parked. I chose Ducati Testa Stretta NCR Macchia Nera since it was one of my recently purchased motorbikes. "You own all of this?" Solana asked pointing at the motorbikes parked at the garage, at the back of the mansion. "Yeah, why?" I asked then help her in wearing her helmet.

Emmett swallowed hard and scratched his head, as he hadn’t raced in a while, but for Eli, he would do it. “So, where is he?” Eli asked, but they were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine, and Eli knew exactly what kind of motorcycle made that sound. “Damn. One of my favorite expensive motorbikes. BMW HP4,” Eli muttered, then pushed the people blocking his way to see who wanted to challenge Emmett. He frowned when he saw one of the most expensive motorcycles in the Philippines and squinted to identify who Emmett’s opponent would be, but he couldn’t recognize him.

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

With tears welling in my eyes, I fell asleep with his scent overpowering me. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

"So beautiful!" "Ms. Thompson... You couldn't see her face with the helmet on," Tom said, somewhat exasperated. "I was talking about the motorcycle! It's a Yamaha Sr400 classic edition. You should know your bikes!" Diana's eyes gleamed. Tom:... He realized he was not well-informed in this area. In the passenger seat, Mitbahl propped up his chin, gazing at the disappearing figure of the motorcycle. A faint hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

“We’ll be riding.” “Riding?” I echo. What does he mean—does he own a horse? He stops in front of an absolute monstrosity. Behind him gleams a brand-new, sleek black motorbike. It’s glossy, dangerous, beautiful. A machine that screams speed, power… and sin. “You are fucking kidding me,” I gasp. “Hop on, little Ombra,” he smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction. “You’re shitting me,” I whisper, lips parted in disbelief. My eyes can’t stop drinking in the sight. No freaking way.

Brieanna woke up at almost 1 pm and because she woke up late she missed her free breakfast. So now what she did was just eat cookies after getting a new sim card. She needed it for booking a motorbike from a website called Book2wheel. Getting at that website, she started filling up all the blanks and choosing how long, which motorbike, and blah blah blah. She immediately received a confirmation email with her reservation details and number from the website after choosing to pay cash when she picks up the motorbike. The only thing she needs to do now is wait for the motorbike owner to confirm.

After days of thinking, Dominic finally found a way to earn money. He bought a secondhand motorcycle and said he would drive passengers between town and the village. “Honey, I can still make money,” he said, forcing a smile. “People always need rides. I’ll drive slowly and carefully.” The motorcycle had been modified before we bought it. The seat was much longer than usual, welded awkwardly to the frame. It looked unstable, especially on the winding mountain road that led back to our village. I frowned when I saw it. “Is this safe?” I asked. “Your leg hasn’t healed properly. What if something happens?”

he asked. I nodded, my heart racing with curiosity. He untied the blindfold, letting it fall away, and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. Before me stood a gleaming black motorcycle with dark green filigree, its polished chrome catching the sunlight like liquid silver. The bike was sleek, powerful, and unmistakably new. My breath caught in my throat, my hand instinctively flying to my mouth. "Talon," I whispered, turning to him. His eyes were fixed on me, watching my reaction with an intensity that made my stomach flutter. "It’s… it’s beautiful."

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!