Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Night Rider

He’s just another mark on the asphalt. He smirks, like he’s already won. “Scared?” I stub out my cigarette, the motion sharp. “Meet you outside in five. Don’t keep me waiting.” The night air is cool against my skin as I stride toward my own bike, a modified Triumph Street Triple, her silver frame gleaming under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps. The engine purrs to life between my thighs, a vibration that hums straight up my spine. Roman’s already mounted his Ducati, the beast of a bike is growling already. His helmet is off, his dark hair tousled from running his hands through it.

As the white street light hit it, the bike was shining with a golden luster. Although Charlotte was the most wanted socialite in Rothesay, she was not a typical goody-two-shoes kind of girl. She liked several extreme sports, including motorcycle racing. Therefore, when Charlotte had come to “The Pearl" not long ago, she had immediately recognized this bike as the world's top superbike, also known as "Nightingale", at first glance. Because “The Pearl" had excellent security measures, the owner had not even removed the bike key after getting off.

I had gone farther than I intended, all the way to the far end of the garden where the iron fence met the road outside when I heard a low rumble of a motorcycle. The rider slowed down and stopped a few feet away, cutting the engine. He pulled off his helmet, revealing messy dark hair and a grin on his face. He looked young, maybe twenty-five. "Nice night for a walk," he said, like finding a girl at a fence at midnight was completely normal. I crossed my arms. "Something like that." He tilted his head. "Couldn't sleep?" “No. Just walking.”

“Let him land.” Alessia swallowed hard. “Why?” Ianthe stepped closer, eyes gleaming like a starless sky. “Because you must see the man you’re meant to defeat.” The air shook as the Night Riders landed in perfect formation. The lead rider dismounted, a man who is tall, dark-haired, and moon-pale, with eyes glowing faintly violet. A long coat of black feathers and silver threads draped from his shoulders. A thin silver crown sat across his brow. He removed his mask—and his gaze locked onto Alessia immediately.

Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.

Axel replied, referring to the card in his hand. The man walked ahead of Axel and he followed, they passed different steps and met different men on their way. They finally got to a room and five men were seated around a table with different alcohols, games, and other different things on the table. They were having coffee too. “Black one with sugar please.” He said to none of them in particular. They all stared at with glares on their faces. Axel looked at their hands and he saw the tattoos. Just like the one Lily yelled out, a sun and a moon right under each other.

“Yeah baby, let’s get it! Damn it Ryder, I never thought you would have it in you. Shit yeah, this is going to be a night to remember!” I begin to walk my bike out of the storage unit with a slow roll, careful not to run my bike into anything when I do so. What Luca said just now has me a little confused. Apparently, this is something I have never done before, and Judging by his level of excitement, I feel a little scared. I decided to let it go. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, right? I slide my riding gloves over my hands and pull my helmet over my head. The snap from the latch secures it in place. I’m a hybrid and none of this riding gear is needed, but road rash hurts like a bitch.

Kade asked suddenly, not looking up from his drawing. "I've been racing since I was sixteen," Ryker said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "Do you?" "I love it," Kade said, finally looking up with eyes that were identical to Ryker's wolf. "Mom won't let me ride yet but I know all the riders' names and their times and everything." Something twisted in Ryker's chest because this was his son, talking about motorcycles with the same passion Ryker had at that age. "Your mom's smart to keep you safe," he said. "Bikes are dangerous."

The engine’s growl faded into a purr as the rider-tall and dressed in a tailored black suit- kicked down the stand and swung his leg off the bike. Olivia stared at the rider with an eyebrow raised. “Who wears a suit on a motorcycle? Is that the trend nowadays?’ Olivia wondered as she stared at the rider. The rider removed his helmet revealing a pair of hazel eyes and dark hair with a sharp jawline that belonged to a rogue rather than a corporate employee. Olivia’s mouth hung open as her eyes met his. She was aware that people were staring at him but she didn’t care, all she cared about was why he was in front of her freaking company.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.