Motorcycle Stories Novels & Stories

Holding the helmet, I asked him, “You know how to ride a motorbike? Don’t forget how you almost sent me to the coffin when you tried to drive a car.” “Geez, Ryan. I am not an expert when it comes to car. But I can drive a motorbike since 1990’s.” “Liar. You were still a toddler that year.” “It was hyperbole. Don’t doubt my skill. This time, I’ll show you I’m a man.” Well, this wasn’t the first time I saw him driving a motor. It happened months ago. I remembered seeing Vincent flipping the house upside down after Slyvester took his motorbike without the owner’s consent.

He announced and picked her bag. Hussain hired two bicycle for them to ride to the croft. They slowly ride it through the road side leading to the croft. In less than twenty minutes, they've reached, Hussain helped her unmounted the bike as she watched in awe. This is all she wants.

"Good. I followed all your directions, Bro. They were still following Harry's sports car faithfully, and just as the car was turning a corner, the motorbike pulled closer to the car. Harry, already anticipating what the motorcyclist who had been following him for so long, immediately opened the door, and let the car slip into the ravine. The driver fell and rolled over, then crashed into the grass, covered in blood. There wasn't a single human around him. There are only two motorcycle drivers who occasionally take pictures of the fall of a black sports car and a victim who is now lying helpless. Satisfied with the shots, they immediately sent a photo report to the boss who ordered him to sta

"Thank you, we have to get going. Bye everyone I said quickly getting on the back of the motorcycle. They kept waving at me and I did the same until we disappeared on the main road. Deserted with only a few high end cars passing in fleets. Those belonged to the rich like Wallaces and the fleet was security or else smugglers and thieves were always waiting to rob from them. It was an hour journey to that hospital. If he had gone any faster it would have been thirty minutes but again his motorcycle was not that new. In fact thank God we arrived without making a stop on the road. I paid him and he offered to pick me up in the evening on his way back home.

"What happened to it?" He grimaced. "Got drunk one night and wrapped the damn thing around a tree. I'm lucky to be alive. Don't ask me why I tempt fate riding motorcycles. That's the first thing my Mom said to me when I told her I was goin' to prospect for Heaven Hill." Her fingertips lightly ran against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. "Did it change your life?" "The wreck or the motorcycle?" That caught her off guard, but it was a legitimate question. "Both, I guess."

As the SUV sped out of the parking lot, the two motorcycles followed. The Vampires continued to fire at them, despite the other cars on the road, and the bikes couldn’t quite keep up. Dodging flying bullets made it a little more difficult to drive on full-speed ahead. The roads weren’t overly crowded, but the Hunters on the motorcycles were fearful that they might accidentally harm innocent humans if they crashed, or one of the bullets aimed at them hit the wrong target, and eventually they lost contact with the SUV, which disappeared into the night.

Stepping out of the bustling nightclub, Mac Vu leaned forward instead of the warm-up step, the old wound was still a bit numb, sometimes it still throbbed for a few moments, causing his eyebrows to wrinkle clearly. Motorcycle is the steed that accompanies him for many years of rolling in the gangster world, although big brother Nhi Lang has repeatedly offered to ask him to change to a convertible or any other famous brand, but he still refused. , he said: robes can be changed, but steeds cannot. However, his motorcycle, which is considered to be an antique, has an extremely terrifying sound, wherever he goes, people feel snail's skin. Anyone who complains he responds that: yes, people like t

I yelled, fighting in vain with my rumpled hair, because the reverse cowgirl pose was far from the last. Gray squeezed out a not particularly guilty smile, and took Nikita off the brand new sports bike. It turns out that it was called that, in the sense of Grisha and his guys rode sports bikes, while Yana's guys preferred the classics, but our new foreign friends rode motocross bikes. This is the kind of knowledge Gray shared with me when, with his help, I chose a motorcycle for Grisha, so that in no case would I lose my face if the conversation somewhere and someday turns to two-wheeled transport.

Adrina said, concern filling her voice. A scoff escaped my lips and I shook my head as flashbacks of memories from a few minutes ago filled my mind. Adjusting my frizzy hair through the reflection of the glass window display, I bit my bottom lip and sighed, a little hesitant to tell my best friend about the shocking, unexpected, and exhilarating event that had just happened. “I just rode on Joshua Taylor’s motorcycle.”

I venture a guess, trying to keep my voice level but a hint of sympathy leaks through. Jazz hunches his shoulders for a moment, looking defiant, but when I don't add the jibe he's probably expecting, he shrugs. "Somehow topics like 'hey, remember that motorcycle accident I had when I was twenty? They said I was lucky, not bleeding to death from my ruptured femoral artery when I had that piece of scrap metal jabbed deep into my hip. Well turns out there was some damage after all, and since then my sperm is