Motorcycle Booktok Novels & Stories

Umm, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, and I'm wearing a skirt. "No buts, hop in. I'm your boyfriend. And you'll be late if you continue to stand there." He smirked. I bite my inner cheek. I'm scared to ride a motorcycle. "Abby!! I jerked, startled. I bite my lower lips but move beside him. He put a helmet on my head, grinning. "Come on, hop on." He offered his hand to help me. I hesitantly took it and then climbed onto the motorcycle, sitting sideways. He pulled my arms around his waist, but I pulled one hand to hold my skirt. I bite my lower lips, scared when he starts the motorcycle and slowly moves. I tighten my hold on his waist and close my eyes as he increases his speed.

a familiar masculine (thank you, God) voice called from just outside his circle of admirers. An engine revved loudly and girls dashed aside as a Harley Davidson bumped over the curb and onto the sidewalk. The bike stopped next to Sed and its driver slid forward on the seat. Jace. Bassist. Savior. “Get on,” Jace said, jerking his helmeted head toward the back of the bike. Sed peeled his fangirls’ leech-like hands from his body and climbed onto the motorcycle behind Jace. “Can I have your autograph, please?” a young woman asked, her grip like iron on his wrist. “Please!”

A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

~ E V E R E T T ~ ‘No, no, no. Not a chance. Over my dead body, which may be a lot sooner if I get on that thing,’ Amelia said sternly, staring at my motorcycle. She was lucky I was offering to take her on this one. It was my favourite, and I didn’t let anyone ride it. Black all over with staggering red detailing, my favourite colour. It was a thing of beauty. I shrugged, ‘It’s either this or you can walk home.’

In fact, she had the same banner plastered to the wall of her apartment too. There were motorcycle helmets stacked perfectly behind the door, and a punching bag stood in one corner, looking worn out from use along with some dumbbells laying under it. On the shelves, tucked behind trophies and medals from games he had won, were books. Real books. They also looked worn out from reading, and she recognised some classics. They were books she loved, but never imagined a boy like him would ever touch. There was an open sketchbook on another drawer, with a half-finished sketch of a bike. She gasped, fascinated at how good he was. She reached down and slipped open the previous page of the book, and

Someone took wire cutters to everything that could possibly be destroyed, just like I did to Kian’s Harley back in Oscura. “Fucking asshole,” I mutter, kicking the bike’s back tire. I’d bet every fucking penny I own that Kian was the one who did this. As if mutilating my soul to remove the mate bond wasn’t enough, he had to cut me another way. It’s the off-season, so the town is fairly quiet. I find a rental place that specializes in motor sports—mainly snowmobiles and dirt bikes meant for dicking around in the mountains. Lucky for me, they’ve also got a few motorcycles. I don’t go inside. I just walk by the facade of the store to check the closing time, and then continue down the street.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

I don't know how I can get them to trust me. I stepped out of her house, just to get some fresh air until something shiny caught my attention. But once my eyes landed on the most amazing thing I had ever seen; it was more than just shiny, the beautiful beast that lay before me was a Ducati Diesel 1260. It's literally one of the best motorcycles ever, this is Dawn's. Whenever my uncle would come to the palace when I was young, he used to teach me and Malcom the basics since he had a motorcycle of his own.

“Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.” I nodded. “And you said ‘club.’ I’m assuming it’s not a sewing club, right?” Booker smiled. “Motorcycle club.” I stopped. It took him a minute to realize I was no longer beside him, which gave me a partial view of the back of his jacket. Dogs of something. Dogs of Wonder? No, that wouldn’t be right… a badass motorcycle guy wouldn’t have Dogs of Wonder on the back of his jacket. Well, crap! He walked back toward me. “You okay?”

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