Motorcycle Stories の小説・ストーリー

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

Jordan was the one who insisted on meddling, making Fiona lose her chance to fight and even scolded her right now? Fiona got energized and ready to test her skills. She waved her fists excitedly and said, "Come on, let's see how you're going to challenge me!" Just as Jordan was about to make a move, he heard the noisy sounds of motorcycles coming from outside. The sound of the motorcycles grew louder, and soon a group of more than a dozen riders on motorcycles came into view, driving toward everyone. Each of these individuals was riding a high-performance motorcycle, with the leading bike being a particularly expensive BMW S series worth more than 100,000.

I’ve heard a lot of stories about terrible motorcycle accidents. And because of that, I never really thought of riding one. But here I was, riding behind Cain Harlow. My arms tightened around his leather cut, pressing against his hard abs. I sure hated his guts, but here I was holding on to him because my life depended on it. It really did. The streets of Greystone was quiet, but I saw more people walking around than I had when I first arrived. Some stopped to look just as we drove past, while some moved along as though they were already used to the noisy bike riders in this town.

I have an inkling that soon it will get hotter when Brie sits on my motorcycle. Her little bum chafes on the smooth leather saddle of my wild motorcycle. When I think about it, my penis starts to move. Stop it already! Scale back the hormones and behave like a normal guy. Actually, I’m a pretty crazy dude, if you are familiar with me—criminal records, drunken fights, smashing of bottles. I hope that if Brie finds out about all of these, she won’t treat me like shit. For some reason, it seemed to me that she is always standing high above

Hera fires a warning shot into the ceiling, the crack echoing as the bar erupts into chaos. Chaos erupt as people scramble around diving for cover. I grab Mason’s arm, dragging him toward the door. “Move!” I shout. We burst into the parking lot, the evening air hitting us like a slap. Hera’s right behind, covering our backs as we sprint for the bikes. The two guys are on our heels but we are fast. I climb on my motorcycle and Mason does the same. The engines come alive as we speed away, Hera's car trailing behind us.

"I never expected something like this to be underneath the mansion." "We like to keep our toys close," Jax said and he ran his hand along the seat of his Ducati with obvious affection. "These bikes are more than just transportation. They're part of who we are." I understood that more than they probably realized. Growing up with Tommy I had seen how much his bike meant to him and how it represented his freedom and independence. Looking at all these motorcycles lined up and cared for so meticulously I could see that the same was true for everyone in the Steel Vultures.

"Maybe ask Grandpa Duke about the history. He'll tell you stories instead of letting you actually ride, which should satisfy the craving temporarily." Mia brightened immediately, abandoning her complaint in favor of a new strategy. She ran outside to where Duke was checking his tire pressure with the methodical care he brought to everything mechanical. "Grandpa," she announced. "Tell me about your first motorcycle." Duke looked up, recognizing the redirect for what it was—Emma's strategic parenting, passed down through Daniel. He almost smiled. "That's a long story," he said. "You sure you want the whole thing?" "Yes. All of it."

After that accident a couple of weeks ago I was so worried about her. I nodded and thought back to that night, it was just before I was to start taking a pill around midnight and we both jumped up when Violet called us. She had laid her bike down in the road to avoid a deer and she nearly went over the side of the mountain herself. The bike wasn’t so lucky as it slid down the mountain a ways. Between me, Greg, and Daren we got the motorcycle back up and loaded into Daren’s truck; it was totaled but we didn’t want a human finding it and calling it in to the local police. It was a long ride back home.

Depressed, Ashton rode home, her words echoing in his head. Why did she have to misunderstand him? Why did she have to leave? He was so engrossed, he hardly noticed a car roaring down the road from the opposite direction. When he came to his senses, he swerved and lost control of his motorcycle. Jumping off before the vehicle crashed, Ashton somehow saved himself but was bruised badly. The motorcycle crashed into a pillar and toppled with a resounding crash. People rushed from all sides to help him. He stood up, still dazed by the accident. He could feel the blood oozing out of his wounds. A few people called the cops and they took his statement.

It was an emergency exit in case of attack or if they needed to sneak someone in or out of Homeland. “I didn’t recognize you in that outfit, Moon.” True was a male who’d been stolen by some of Mercile’s employees before the facility had been breached to free Species. He’d been located later and recovered with a few dozen others. “Is that a motorcycle?” He studied the machine between Moon’s thighs. “I’ve never seen one other than on television.” “Harley loves them and we each keep one here. He has five of them at his home at Reservation.” “It’s beautiful.” The male walked around the bike, admiration in his gaze. “Is it difficult to drive with only two wheels?”