Motorcycle Club Books Romance Novels & Stories

I did not remember how I reached the scene. The rain had stopped, but the mountain road was still wet. Villagers stood along the roadside, whispering. Police lights flashed against the trees. At the bottom of the cliff lay Dominic’s motorcycle, twisted beyond recognition. Dominic was gone. So were Marcus and his three friends. The police told me the initial conclusion was a traffic accident. The motorcycle had been overloaded. The road was slippery from rain. On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff.

"Talk." Maya threw her bag on the bed and sat down next to it. "Some guys from a motorcycle club helped me. They had a shop. Fixed my bike. End of story." "Which motorcycle club?" "Does it matter?" "Yes it matters. There are like three different clubs in this city and they're all bad news." Riley crossed her arms and did her I'm not leaving until you tell me face. "Which one?" "Iron Wolves." Riley's eyes went huge. "Are you serious right now?" Damn!!!

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

As the music begins to warm its way deeper into my body, I find the bar that Rico is sitting at. Sandra, sitting right by his side, offers me a smile as I sit down next to them. “How goes it, Blake?” Sandra's bright tone tells me how incredibly happy she is with my friend, and I'm happy for both of them and glad that they found love with one another. I never imagined Rico, who owns this dirtiest billionaire club and who was a complete womanizer, would be a completely changed man immersed in love. “It goes.” Her expression tightens slightly at my words as Rico continues to pore over the books, clearly looking for something. “Do you need me to check and see if the sensory deprivation tank is a

I drifted right back into what felt familiar — the vices that had slept and woken beside me for two years. Violence. Rivalry. Control. I joined a motorcycle club. On the surface, it looked just like any other — about twenty adrenaline junkies obsessed with bike racing and supporting each other through life’s struggles. Actually, it didn’t. The name was Devil’s Machete MC and if that wasn’t suggestive enough, the motto read; “If you see the machete without a sheath, you have one second left to breathe.”

Thank you, you are not bad yourself" she said, Her eyes looking away from him for a moment. And only then did Clara take notice of the black motorcycle that was parked not very far away and her eyes lit up. Although Clara did not have good knowledge of motorcycles it didn't stop her from loving them and she always wanted to take a ride but she never had the opportunity. Her eyes went back to Skyler and she asked. "Is that yours?" Skyler looked in the direction where she was pointing and nodded." Yes. It's mine" he frowned, thinking she didn't like the idea of motorcycles." I...we can book a ride if you're not comfortable riding on a ………" "Shut up. I totally love it. I have always wanted to t

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

Even though he knew it was hopeless, he couldn’t allow his feelings to get in the way, not right now. “You’re lucky. I hear anything about Chloe or me, or this, and I will personally cut out your tongue.” He gave another squeeze and shoved the man to the ground. Leaving the fair, he climbed on his bike. The helmet sat mocking him as he’d wanted to take Chloe out for a ride after the fair. He was so fucking pissed off. Straddling his bike, he rode across town to the MC clubhouse. There were several bikes parked, but only a few men lingered. None of them spoke as he, Ian,

And if I did the former… Nah, I had to win. “All bikers ready?” The marshal asked. We revved our bikes in response. He waved down the flag, and stepped out of the way. I relaxed my hands on the handlebars and took off. The lane was far more smoother than the one at my former academy, and I wasn’t used to ‘getting things easy.’ I picked up speed, swerved down a sharp path, then burst out in the much wider lane. Marguerite wasn’t bluffing when she bragged about being a good biker. I could hear the sound of her Ninja’s engine far off from behind me. Qyler was being lazy as always, enjoying himself rather than aiming to win. The bastard was as good as I was otherwise.