Motorcycle Club Romance Novels & Stories

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.”

MATURED CONTENT INVOLVED!! WARNING!!! Mister handsome, whose name I still refuse to know, held my hand, as he dragged me out of the club. His hands entwined with mine made me feel a spark that I can't explain. It seems that he isn't a rich dude because he leads me toward his motorcycle. "Hop in." He declares, handing over an ailment to me. I wore the ailment, and climbed the bike. This is the very first time that I'm climbing on a motorcycle, so I couldn't help but cling to him.

You see lights ahead, low buildings, neon signs, rows of gleaming motorcycles. A large sign over the entrance: IRON WOLVES MC They pull into the lot and kill the engines. Viktor helps you off the bike, hia big hands steady on your waist. You look around. Men and women in leather. Laughter. Music thumping from inside. A biker club. Viktor glances down at you. “You good?” You nod, still clutching his jacket around you like armor. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you dry.”

I recognize the look immediately—the same expression he wore when convincing me to try the climbing wall, when suggesting we raid the kitchen's secret cookie stash, when persuading me to explore the hidden passages beneath the clubhouse. "What did you have in mind?" I ask, already anticipating his answer. He leans closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "Motorcycle ride. Just you and me. The valley's beautiful at twilight." The invitation dangles before me, tempting as forbidden fruit. Rain's rules echo in my memory: no leaving the clubhouse without escort, no unnecessary exposure, no risking Sorin's detection. But Riku counts as an escort, doesn'

In total, they were the word Perfect itself. Amanda could recognize the one in the middle as one of the famous bikers in college from their motorcycle club– Wild Hogs Motorcycle club. He often drives around town with his team and she couldn’t deny the fact that she feels an unexplainable pull whenever she’s around him. She knew in her heart that she was crushing on him, even though she would constantly say otherwise.

The mafia Don was having more fun than what he had imagined. The race reminded him of Stephen and Damien. However, this time he didn't remember them in a painful way like he always does. Instead, he recalled how they used to have so much fun while training for the club racing competition. The club is called SURVIVORS, one of the biggest motorcycle racing clubs in Xiaomi city.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

He parked his motorcycle. Clara got off Mario's motorcycle. "Thank you," Clara said as she returned the helmet to her friend. "You're welcome," Mario replied, flashing his sweetest smile for Clara. She walked away from Mario. Opening the gate and entering the house. Mario then started his motorcycle and went home. He felt happy. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. He wanted to pick up Clara with his red Ferrari. ... Not long after, the sound of Joe's car was heard. The eagle-eyed man arrived at his house.

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.