Night Riders Novels & Stories

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

, Another member of Nighthawk, the strategist analyzed. The Nighthawk team were the strongest in the Blood Gang and their missions have always been completed perfectly. They comprised of the captain, strategist, hacker, and assassin, making them the most feared four in the underworld. As long as they were sent out, their targets have always died without a trace. "Can you handle them?", Ryan raised his eyebrows and asked perfunctorily even though he was already aware of the answer. "Perfectly, Boss!", The Captain, One answered confidently.

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

Lila fell asleep within four minutes of buckling in, exhausted from whatever four-year-old warfare had consumed her afternoon. I merged onto the main road, radio low, half listening as Maya launched into another chapter of her supply-closet dragon saga. "—and he only comes out at night because he's 'lergic to the fluorescent lights, Uncle Tristan, that's a real thing, Ms. Patty said—" That was when I caught the bikes in my mirror. Three of them. Matching black, riding closer together than casual traffic should allow. It was probably nothing yet I felt an itching sensation. Bikers rode in groups all the time, and this was a busy stretch of road in broad daylight, nothing that should have set

He found that people who walked the streets everyday found it particularly strange that he would be searching in the hundreds of coffee houses all over the city for no apparent reason. Mario himself was beginning to doubt if Mindy Forelli even worked in the city anymore; his mother was getting old and all, it seemed likely that she wasn't in the area anymore. As he boarded another taxi and continued to think about his best friend and his partner, every second that he waited would cost him more and more time. For all he knew, to him, his friends were dead. How little he knew. * I had woken up late at night, I recall. Just after the blazing fire automobile incident, I could clearly remember wa

-=Yesha's Point of View=- "Damn it!" I cursed as I rode my motorcycle back home. The talk between me and Xavier really infuriated me, the nerve of him to propose that I would be willing to have sex with him again because it would never happen again, even though he was incredibly good-looking, but still, I need to be unyielding, once is enough. I still couldn't believe it when I found out I had a one-night stand with my boss, of all people.

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.

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

“It makes me feel loved.” “Sorry,” Miles muttered with a chuckle Jamal sighed and shook his head. “Okay, I will bite, what is the plan?” He asked as he took a seat. Miles went to the pizza boxes and opened one. I gave Jamal a file of pictures filled with four men sitting on expensive motorcycles. They all wore leather jackets with a black flame embedded boldly on the back of the jackets. “They call themselves the Son’s of Darkness, and they are involved in all sorts of vices from drugs, human trafficking to prostitution,” I began as I also gave Yulia and Miles their own files.

Nora explained again and Lily breathed out nervously before nodding her head. “Trust me, it will be fine. All we have to do is leave for the club now and come back by midnight or before midnight.” “Okay.” Lily replied. “Now smile.” She said and Lily slowly smiled. “Great, what’s the worst that can happen?” Nora asked as Lily stood up. “We can get kidnapped again, Nora. That is the worst that can happen.” Lily replied and Nora rolled her eyes. “We can't. It is not my first time in Atlanta.” She said and walked towards the bed, she picked up the two long coats on it and walked back to Lily.