Novel & Cerita Nameless Mc

Vince swallows hard, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. “Right. Your father is fifty years old. His name is Damon Montague. Your brother is thirty... Steven. They’re both in an MC called the Highway Demons. Your brother is currently the president. Your father was president before him and the original founder of the club. All the information I found is in this file.” He pushes the envelope toward me and waits for a reaction. I stare out the window, taking in the quiet street and drawing a deep breath. Of course my family isn’t normal. A fucking biker club? Seriously?

" Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head." Rosaleen hissed in — exasperation? She didn't know, but she continued to narrow her eyes whenever Ronnie made an emphasis on her name, on Rosa. He was always saying her name even when it wasn't necessary. Rosaleen thought inwardly. Maybe her new name wasn't so bad. At home, she was the only one who didn't have a second name; the only who was called Rosaleen. Megan was Meg at home, but she was Rosaleen.

“Why?” Nameless cocked his head to the side, watching Shaun with a strange interest. His mannerisms reminded me of a child that had failed to grow up properly, and thus, he acted in strange ways. “Well, I didn't do it because I wanted to, unlike what you people think. I did it because I had to,” said Nameless, scratching the wrinkled, scarred flesh under his chin. “It was a matter of preference. A game of choice, and I merely played as I was expected to,” he said, voice losing a little of its quirky quality. “But that doesn't mean that playing the game wasn't a satisfactory journey.” He laughed, and the sound rang deep, even in my own years.

C and said “Mrs. C, MC and I already know you are seeing someone months ago.” “What” MC mom asked confusedly! I continued “It was before Christmas, MC and I heard you in your room on the phone talking to some guy. So please spare us this awkward moment and just be honest with us.” “You have known since last year?” MCs’ mom asked. “Yes” we answered to her equally. “Alright then” she said “I met him at work…. his name is… Oscar… Marvel. Yes, his name is Oscar Marvel.” “Oscar Marvel” said MC “It sounds like a fake name.”

A Supreme Existence like Nameless really knew how to find his luxuries even after the fall that he had willfully chosen for himself. “A friend, huh? Now that is something i have never heard for a long long time.” Nameless gave a rare smile and stood up with all the armors that cased his body in full. He still wore the same black ominous set of ancient steel on his form and with a tall impressive gait, he was definitely an imposing figure to behold. Compared to Tristan’s 6 foot height, Nameless looked like a giant in his 10 foot stance. “Come then, friend. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Nameless invited and proceeded to sit on a table nearby.

“Don’t worry, everyone. “Even if I’m not absolute of my success, I can at least guarantee there’ll be a big show for all of you to enjoy. “Either that man will kneel in front of us, or I’ll get people to break his kneecaps instead… “After all, other than the Rakshasa Monks, we have an expert of the Abito Way on our side. “Come. Let’s not talk about that for now. Let’s have a drink…” Nameless raised his glass while he burst out laughing before chugging his drink. At the same time, he frowned at the blank screen on his phone.

“And Crow.” Penny paused as she looked around at all of them, while feeling doubtful about these being their real names. “They have some unusual names.” Kizzy laughed. “They’re an MC.” Penny stared at her. “A what?” “An MC, lady,” the one called Greer stated. “Motorcycle club. You know. Bikers?” Her eyes rounded. “Why would Williams be with…” She shook her head. “Ok, well, I know of the man with the scar. Man, do I know of him. He’s the worst of the lot from what I understand.”

"How do you even know that guy? Their firm runs illegal activities. I have sources that have confirmed they give criminal new identities and steal people's data. Morally; I wonder how they got nominated, very unethical, I may say." I open my mouth but the screeching sound of the microphone makes me reach for ears to prevent the irritation. "Let's gather around ladies and gentlemen. Time is money as money is power." The MC announces. "Is that Blackmore? He is like the biggest personality in media." I absently ask. He's the host. "Yeah, now just follow my lead," Ryan instructs.

Steele asked "And how did we get so lucky?" Hunter asked "So, what's the name of your MC?" Raine asked. "Veterans MC." Jax replied. "Are you outlaws?" Kim asked. "No. Our businesses are all legit. We do not do guns or drugs. All our members are from one branch of the armed forces." Jax explained. "Good to know." Raine replied. "Just because we are bikers, doesn't mean we're delinquents. It doesn't automatically mean we break the law." Jax explained.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.