Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Night Rider

Hay, it could happen. Two minutes later Mikki lifts her head suddenly, her ear pricking. An unknown wolf stood at the tree line. He was grey and brown, and so big that when he jumped through the fence his back touched the top and his chest touched the bottom rail. None of the other wolfs did that, and the boys were pretty big. Even Vic didn't' touch both rails.

I asked. “Yep. Just some club stuff,” he said. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about but I do have to go.” “I understand. Ride safely, okay?” His crisp blue eyes connected with mine, and I held my breath because he was studying me, something else that all his brothers shared. His eyes raked down my body, taking me in as he revved his motorcycle to life. My nipples were standing at attention behind my bra as he straddled his motorcycle. I thought about what it would be like to take him right there on his bike and to suck on his cock until he came down my throat as his legs hummed with the engine underneath his body.

More importantly,we take missions that involve saving women. " Yeah right. I'll be on my way. Drive safely." Zero bids me goodbye. He walks to his motorcycle,a shiny black Harley Davidson. I watch him drive away,the loud roaring sound of the engine echoing in the quiet night. I get inside the car and drive towards my apartment. I pull up in front of the apartment and turn off the engine. I step out and lock the door behind me. It's been days since I last came home and I miss my bed. The hospital bed was nothing comfortable. If anything, every night I laid down, I would wake up feeling like I was not sleeping but working throughout the night.

“It’s none of your business.” I take a closer look at David, he looks different. The easy charm he usually carries is buried under the dark edge of his appearance. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, the words Hell Raiders stitched across the back in bold white. The emblem — a skull wrapped in flames — gleams faintly in the light, worn but intimidating. His jeans are torn, his boots scuffed, and his hair a little messy. My stomach twists. Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders.

A seemingly flashy and cool motorcycle simply leaped down from one of the trucks and sped towards the group of people. Following a rapid drift, a few of the large men were sent flying. Everyone was startled as they subconsciously turned to look at the motorcycle. The bike stopped steadily. When everyone saw who the rider was, their pupils abruptly dilated. Fear instantly flashed across their faces. It was an Asian man. He was dressed entirely in black leather, with short hair and an ominous dragon tattoo etched on the left side of his face. This person looked absolutely domineering. “Ph-… Phantom Dragon!”

The pavement blurs beneath my feet as we run, bullets buzzing around us like furious wasps. I have no idea where we’re going. “Here.” He yanks my arm, veering us into a dimly lit alley. The motorcycle ahead of us is a beast on two wheels. Royal blue and black, tall, powerful, dangerous, and beautiful. The kind of machine that screams speed and chaos. Midnight mounts it without pause and extends a hand to me. I’m still catching my breath, but I don’t waste time. I grab on and climb behind him. The engine roars like thunder as he takes off.

He took a deep breath, ready to shout, to charge into the teeth of the trap. A new sound cut through the night—the high-revving snarl of a powerful motorcycle, echoing off the canal walls. It came from the modern city side of the bridge, behind Kaine. A single headlight speared through the gloom, blinding. The bike, a black, sleek machine, shot onto the bridge, its back tire sliding on the wet stones as it skidded to a stop between Kaine and the far end. The rider was clad in black leather, helmet visor down. In his hand was not a gun, but a cylindrical object. He raised it and fired into the air with a soft thump.

It was a black bike, and carried the exact same rider from campus earlier. Takoda’s posture changed immediately beside me, his muscles locking up into a hard line. It wasn't open aggression, but guarded. The motorcycle stopped near the edge of the gravel lot before the rider finally shut off the engine and removed his helmet. He had dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and looked older than us, maybe by a few years. He was annoyingly attractive in a “probably ruins lives recreationally” kind of way. Harmony stared openly, her jaw dropping. “Why is it that this damn town is genuinely infested with emotionally unavailable men?”

I asked her what’s up but she straight up ignored me while putting on her helmet. Uhm, okay? Man, what the f*ck is these days? It’s been weird sh*ts and I am f*cking seeing things. I really need to cut some coffee outta my body if I want to reduce the sh*ts I see. These days are really bizarre for me. We continued to drive until I got home with them and surprisingly enough, there is a motorbike parked just inside the gates. It is a Kawasaki Ninja h2r.

"Just watch and learn how a real racer handles business." I clicked off the comm and turned my attention back to the line of riders. Paxton was three bikes down from me on his black Ducati, and I could feel his eyes on me even through his helmet visor. The tension between us was electric, crackling in the air like lightning before a storm. Tonight ends everything, I thought, revving my engine and feeling the raw power of my Kawasaki Ninja H2 respond instantly. After tonight, there won't be any question about who runs this scene.