Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

The roaring engine of the motorcycle finally quieted as Thalia pulled into the gravel lot of a vintage, twenty-four-hour diner. Sitting isolated under the sprawling dark sky, its buzzing neon sign cast a hazy pink and blue glow over the wet gravel. Thalia kicked the stand down and pulled off her helmet, her Lycan body heat still radiating a gentle warmth into the cool night air. Behind her, Nadia slid off the seat, her hands trembling slightly as she let go of Thalia’s waist. Neither of them spoke as they walked inside, the small bell above the door chiming softly.

“Everything you do is my business until you’re signed over to the Thornwick Pack! The Alpha is coming today. Today, Isla! You will be on your absolute best behavior. You will smile. You will curtsy. You will be grateful for the honor he’s—” I laughed directly in his face. “I’m not marrying anyone.” He went completely still, fingers tightening painfully on my arm. “What did you just say?” “You want to know where I was?” I jerked my arm free, stumbling back a step. “Fine. I’ll tell you exactly where I was. I spent the night at a sex club getting fucked six ways to Sunday by a stranger who actually made me come. Twice. I’m not a virgin anymore, Dad. So congratulations—your precious alliance is

The only issue with Midnight is that he hates alcohol. The last one is Rage, the one I fear the most. He rarely takes over, but when he does, it takes a long time for me to overcome him. His strong will is hard to overcome. Rage is proud, arrogant, and strong. He's a Lycan, even more powerful than Alpha. I wish Rage had taken over when I was with that lady; she wouldn't have taken advantage of me because Rage is a hard shell to crack. He doesn't give people, especially women, attention. He's focused and hard to overpower. I like Rage, but I find it hard to control myself once he takes over.

said Suzie and we stopped walking. I nodded. "Okay, so the underground racers is a group of rich and influential people. Taiden is one of the leaders, and his henchmen are his friends ..." I didn't let go of her gaze because I was confused by what she was saying. “If they have an enemy in business or anything, instead of killing them right away, they will take it to a car race. Sometimes life is at stake. And whoever loses will burn your car while you are inside.” My eyes widened and Suzie looked at me. I can't process what she said.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

Roberth gets out of the car and says: - Oh, it's not the annoying nerd on the scholarship. You almost dirty my car!-oh no, you're the sickest boy at university. you almost ran me over! -You didn't cross quickly. - Oh yes? It's not my fault if you don't have good vision. I did my best and you end up disturbing me with your fanciful speculations. -Not even!!!! Sarah leaves huffing and stomping. How dare this guy treat her like that?

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

I smile inwardly, knowing the reason the network went off all of a sudden. Rio's behind it. Well, too bad for him, I've so many other ways to get to him even without the internet. In fact, I have a particular thing I'll hit, and he'll come begging. “...I think this is going to affect our bonfire party tonight, Alpha Hunter. The other MCs coming for the party might think we'll try to set them up.” Oh, the bonfire party. My MC isn't the only one functioning across the realm. There are five others that operate secretly like mine. We host parties and street races together, and tonight, my MC, the Iron Claw, is hosting a bonfire party, which every other MC will attend.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.