Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

She whirled back around and considered pressing even harder on the throttle, taking her safety into her hands and challenging her bike to a game of Frogger, but she knew how much this motorcycle originally cost and how hard it was to get parts for now that the government had banned almost every vehicle LIGHTS had ever relied on, so she did the only smart thing she could and slowed down. Traffic did not cooperate, and by the time Jo darted across the makeshift intersection, woven through what used to be the median, the SUV was close enough that she could smell the exhaust. A flicker of something came over her IAC, but she couldn't catch it and imagined it was just her annoying older brother m

Freya's eyes were glued on him as she took in every movement. The engine roared to life beneath him, its deep growl vibrating through the highway and sending a thrill through the gathered crowd. A thunderous cheer erupted from the members of the Black Forge MC. "Prez!" "Teach that bastard a lesson!" "Show him why this is our territory!" Across the road, Kael climbed onto his crimson motorcycle. Unlike Luca, who seemed completely indifferent to the attention surrounding him, Kael clearly thrived on it. He repeatedly revved his engine, filling the night air with an aggressive roar that drew excited screams from several women standing nearby.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

~Maya’s POV~ I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 10 p.m. I am worn out. M-City is a new destination for me; I’ve never been there before. The city is known to be the City of Gold. A playground for the Archers. Being Lady Archer comes with a price. What on earth did Zion make me wear? The soles of my feet are aching, the backs of my heels are throbbing, and those goddamn stilettos are torturing me to death. I turned my head and glanced at my husband. He was dozing. While he was sleeping, he had such a serene appearance. I looked across to the opposite side of the airplane and saw Lucas there. I gave him the signal, and he came running over immediately.

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Nick shouted and hopped onto his bed, burying his face in a pillow crying. "Mom, dad? Chloe? Where are you-" Nick suddenly stopped when he saw a pool of blood on the floor, his parents and sister, all tied up together beside it. He heard someone whistling behind him. Turning back,he saw the Duke of Hell, Dr. Mario Mc'Vida. "What have you done to my parents? My sister? You evil bastard! " Nick shouted with venom I'm his voice. "I just tied them up, thats all. " Mario Mc'Vida replied nonchalantly. "Nick...... Nick.... Only you can stop this...... Fight till you conquer-"

~nick~ The clubhouse was buzzing with activity as I worked the phones, calling in every favor this club had ever earned. The first call went to the Midnight Wolf MC. Hector answered on the second ring. “I need eyes everywhere,” I told him. “One of ours has been taken.” “You have my word,” Hector replied without hesitation. “We’ll see what we can find.” “Thanks.” The next call was to the Vortex Raiders. Before I could even finish explaining the situation, their president cut me off.

You may think you know where this story goes—not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers. Find out more here Six I had a one-night stand. It wasn’t my first, but it would be my last. A gun to the head. A trained killer. A deadly conspiracy. Kidnapped and on the run, my life and death is in the hands of a sadist captor who happens to be my one-night stand. Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Jaylen sighed. “I don’t need anyone.” Rico said with his gaze hardened. “That’s what I said, until I met him.” Jaylen said. Later That Night The shop closed at midnight. The lights were off and the doors locked. Rico was sitting alone in the sleeping quarters, staring at the intercom speaker in the ceiling. It hadn’t called him tonight. It hadn’t called anyone. "Very strange!" The silence felt heavier than any scream. Across the room, Felix mumbled in his sleep. Ty rolled over, clutching a pillow too tightly. Marco was already snoring. Jaylen sat upright in his bed, back against the wall, reading a worn paperback under the bedside light.