Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

“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 moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

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 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.

“But on my own terms. I need a private sit-down with her tomorrow regardless.” “About what?” Teo snapped, his territorial streak flaring up again. “None of your business,” Nic replied coolly. Teo huffed, but he went quiet. “I didn't know we were heading to the club at midnight,” I muttered. I’d actually planned on staying back at the Estate, lurking near the service quarters. Tonight was the night. Midnight. In our world, the ‘Noir’ awakening—that moment the high-tech psychological conditioning and the raw biker instinct fully synced—happened at eighteen. For Daniels, it was going to be intense. It’s a rush of adrenaline and sensory overload that can break a person if they're alone. I wanted