Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

nadir slaps cylab in the face before he gets to complete his words,how dare him she wasn't a virgin on her first night but he shouldn't go about saying it out loud, "yes i wasn't a virgin on our first night i was so horny as a newly turned wolf and teenager i had randim sex with someone i didnt know back then and i've tried being upright ever since then, i'm not a whore who goes sleeping about so why bring jason into this get out of my room this instant" nadir roars yelling with anger,

“CHERISH KALILI! ARGH!! Dogtahiasemsa$%#%mahfucctustupidgubluk#$@#$!” *** Ares's POV 1 Name, Ares Sinclaire. When Ares wakes up from a long dream, the world changes. Papa, Mama, and Gigi are gone. Far. Forever. After hearing the sound of a very loud car horn, the car we were riding in overturned. Ares shouldn't have closed his eyes so Ares can see Mama until the end. Haa... Ares is alone in this strange world with a body that feels heavy and strange. This is not Ares's body. That's right, Ares's body can't be like this.

Northern Chapter Riders MC Maverick Jr- Prez “Mav” Maddox Jr - VP “Dawg” Sam Jr - IT tech “Gadget” Brady -Treasurer “Shooter” Levi - Road Captain “Compass” Blake - Sargent at Arms “Pilot” Hawk, Eagle, Shadow- “Special forces Recon”

He gestured toward the passenger window. I turned and followed his gaze. Parked a couple of spaces away, hidden in the shadows behind a concrete pillar, was a motorcycle. It was a black sport bike, as out of place as could be among the fancy cars of the hotel. “A ride?” He asked. He was offering me a motorcycle ride. The president of Night Reaper was offering me to sit behind him. I looked at the bike, then back at him. My heart skipped a beat. The wind. The speed. Just like that night.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

I have to know that guy, suppressing makes it harder to get over it. There are tons of Thomas and tons of people like him. But the one article caught my attention when I searched about the nightclub I went to. There are a lot of crimes happening around that area and a local crime lord named, Damien Ledger is responsible for it. He’s on the FIB’s most-wanted list. I searched for the name hoping that would be some middle-aged guy and the face that popped on the screen, made me yelp. It was that man I slept with, it was Thomas and he lied to me about almost everything.

“Buzzer, I like you, but I will shoot you in the fucking head if you refer to her as pussy one more time. She wasn’t planted on me. I knew she was Trip’s sister when I pursued her and since then, I’ve seen Trip once, at the annual biker run and my affiliation with Bandit is none of your fucking business. I have the same affiliation with almost every MC in the state, so fuck you and your assumptions.” “We’re not affiliated with the Reapers, despite who Wrath fucks. We’re friendly with Trip, just like we’re friendly with you,” Nitro said. “We want a new alliance. We want back in on the runs and we want a cut from the Stalker territory,” Mutt said.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

The maid’s hands twisted together, pale knuckles straining. “Dark Night isn’t for women like you. It isn’t even for most men. It’s blood and oaths and… punishment. The mafia's court. If Master Nathan finds out I even let you speak of it, I’ll be dead before dawn.” Leah’s heart kicked hard in her chest. Punishment. Blood. The words sent a chill racing down her spine, but also lit a dangerous spark of determination. “I won’t tell him it was you,” Leah promised, leaning closer. “Just show me where it happens. I need to see with my own eyes.”

The night concealed its secrets well, and in this world of shadows and deception, trust was a rare commodity. The hotel where Marisa was staying loomed ahead, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. It was a grand and imposing structure, standing as a testament to luxury in the heart of the city. The name of the hotel was Jandro's Hotel which belonged to Alejandro himself. It was one of the thirty hotels he owned in New York city. The chauffeur skillfully maneuvered the Rolls Royce to the hotel's entrance.