Motorcycle Romance Books Novels & Stories

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Motorcycles roared through the new opening—a dozen riders, all wearing Iron Wolves patches. Damien led them. His face was a mask of blood and fury. When his eyes found mine across the destroyed clubhouse, relief and rage warred in their depths. "Flora. Get down!" I dropped as bullets erupted. The Savage Kings scattered, returning fire. Damien rode straight through the chaos, his bike sliding sideways as he dismounted in a fluid motion that should have been impossible. He reached me in seconds, his body shielding mine. "You hurt?" His hands ran over me, checking for wounds.

Slowly, I lower my hands from my face and turn around. My breath catches immediately. Standing before me is a massive black wolf with piercing silver eyes. Alpha Maverick’s wolf is enormous. Much larger than any wolf I’ve ever seen before. His dark fur almost blends into the shadows around us, making him look terrifying and beautiful at the same time. Jax lowers himself slightly to the ground, silently inviting me onto his back. My wolf instantly reacts with nervous excitement. Mate. I hesitate briefly before carefully climbing onto his back. The moment my hands sink into his thick fur, warmth spreads through me unexpectedly.

His thumb brushed her jaw — the touch maddeningly soft for a man wound so tight — before he pulled back, raking a hand through his hair. “We’ll talk when we’re somewhere safe.” Serena leaned against the seat, her pulse still racing. But one phrase stuck in her mind, circling like a predator: settle scores. What the hell had her father done to tie her to Damien's dangerous world? --- The ride to the penthouse was silent. Damien didn’t look at her, his gaze locked on the city lights rushing past the windows like he could bend them to his will. When the car stopped, he was out first, holding the door for her without a word.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

“Trial and error. Rebel. Books.” “Books? You read books to learn how to repair cars?” “Sure.” He pulls his arm out and looks at me. He doesn’t seem very happy. “What …? You think I can’t read?” “No, of course I don’t think that. I just didn’t think there were books about repairing cars. But I guess that’s stupid, isn’t it? There are books for everything these days.” Being near Mick is once again making me stupid. Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around.

She watched as the topless Cedric approached the French window and smilingly took the book from the woman. Cedric then bent down and exchanged a passionate kiss with the woman. She couldn't hear the lovebirds' words. However, she could see the man who had always exuded a cold and arrogant demeanor, laughing and carrying the woman bridal-style. The long hair moved and revealed a bright and beautiful face. It was Diana Sorsby! That slut! Misty felt a burning hatred surging within her, and her eyes were reddening. Her nails dug deep into her palms as she stared intensely at the lovebirds.