Motorcycle Club Romance Novels & Stories

"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.

"I don't know if... My sentence was interrupted when my father opened the double door of the police station, revealing the street bustling with the early Friday evening. The town always came alive on Friday nights, but today, in addition to the excited university students, the front of the police station was filled with motorcycles. I recognized some members of the motorcycle club, others, I wasn't sure who they were, but they all seemed excited to see me leave the police station, but I didn't have time to waste paying attention to anything other than Rose, who was leaning against my Harley. She was wearing tight black pants and a leather motorcycle club jacket with her name embroidered on t

Anthony said to Trent's hearing. I felt like the bed should open up and swallow me. Somehow, my cheek pushed a button on the screen and I heard Trent begin to speak on the loudspeaker. “Uh, it seems like you're busy. I just wanted to call to ask you if you'll be busy tomorrow night. I wanted us to go to this club I heard about and—” The phone was snatched from my hand by Anthony. “Yes, Mr. Flintwood, my woman and I would love to go to the club with you. Text us the name of the club. See you tomorrow, buddy.”

How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric? Eric is getting jealous of Arthur, did he ever get to know his truth. Or Scarlett will make this a trump card? Clubbing, is it the best idea or what's going to happen? Who is that man? If ...If it is our hero then what store for them? A dangerous kick to Romance, Romance in Club.Haha Pls, share your views. It motivates me a lot. Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time

he laughed and lead me to his bike. We arrived at the clubhouse a few minutes later. Rider, Ink, Axel and Gears led the thugs down to the basement. Holgate had been informed and would be able to come and get them in the morning. All of the brothers gathered upstairs in the main room, Bella, Axels’ very pregnant fiancé had arrived too. So had a few other old ladies. It was a ceremony of sorts, not quite as lavish as a wedding ceremony, but equally as important in a biker world. We stood at the bar, Ink in front of us, as Ryan held my hand. “By taking my cut, this means you are mine, in body, in heart and in soul. Do you agree to fully be mine?” I smiled, I was so happy, despite the fact that

"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!!!

Riley reminds me and informs the others in the room who don't know. Humming in response, Riley continues; "All of us in this room are members, Patch holders and hold positions in a motorcycle club called 'The Gray Rebel's."\ Jerking in surprise as I turn my head to look at him; "Y-you g-guys are in a-a g-g-gang?"

I say to her and she nods her head. “Ok, follow me.” We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride? “Can you ride or will you take the SUV?” I ask him and he smiles at me. “Oh, I can ride.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully. “Rude.” she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

There's no way Asher would be participating in this tournament. I checked the list before I came, his club's name wasn't here. When the bikers walked past me, none of them acted like they didn't recognize me. Or maybe they actually didn't. Who remembers a girl who had been humiliated five years ago? I read their color which was printed on the back of their jackets. “Second Dawn Motorcycle Club” They aren't M Springs Motorcycle club, not the same one as Asher's. The soft thudding of feet landing on the floor made me snap my gaze back to the van. Though soft, I could hear it above the voices and whispers in the area. My eyes blinked when I saw Asher step down.

It wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t what he expected. “Deal. I’m here with friends to recoup after months of traveling. My alpha likes long road trips and decided to toss a dart, and here we are. Tonight I decided to check out the club. I heard it was on the up and up, and the name, Spectral Riders, had me curious.” Maria was mostly honest.