Motorcycle Club Romance Novels & Stories

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.

“Satan’s Bar. We own it.” “We?” “The Road Devils.” “Are what are you?” She thought about the men’s names, the matching vests, the gun, the tattoos. “Are you a – a biker gang?” “You mean, are we a motorcycle club as seen on prime time TV and in Hollywood movies?” She nodded. “Yes and no.” He sighed. “We are indeed an MC but we aren’t criminals.” “You aren’t?” “Well…” A strange look crossed his face, then he seemed to snap back to himself. “Yeah. I mean, no, we’re not criminals.”

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

he muttered handing her one of his helmets, “We are going on your motorcycle?“ she asked, her voice laced with fear. “Yes, are you scared? I won't let you get hurt plus I'm a skilled driver,” he said. He took the helmet from her hand and placed it on her head, got on the motorcycle, and held her hands. He placed both of her hands around his waist when she got on the bike, he wore his helmet and ignited the engine. The drive to the club didn't take too long. They stood in front of a club in less than thirty minutes, he was truly a skilled driver.

The little whore would have to fight her own battles. She kicked off her motorbike stand and revved up the engine of her Silver Wing, pretending to be part of the search for a couple of miles but turning onto a different freeway heading toward Morningstar's clubhouse. He had promised her a Goldwing and a position as one of his inner circle for the information she had. When she pulled up outside his ramshackle clubhouse half an hour later, she felt a pang of regret; the place looked awful, neglected and uncared for. It was nothing like the warm, welcoming vibes you got from the Blue Moon Club, but she had made her, so to speak, and there could be no turning back. She got off her bike and stra

Let's get out of here, we can go in your car if you prefer, I don't want to miss this opportunity, destiny has crossed us, and we have to celebrate it. - Okay Emiliano, but I want you to know that this is a very bad idea. Let's go to my cabin, it's near here. That day Maria De a Cruz, would have been totally intrigued with the supposed meeting that the romeros had, in a place that seemed to be easy, for men like them. It was definite that she would ask Emiliano Romero about that matter.