Ox Bike Novels & Stories

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

Chapter 22 Oliva POV He didn't say anything for some time as he looked at me and I tried the same trick I did when I begged him to let me tour Australia, even though things did go sideways. "Fine..," he said. "Thank you" I leaned into pecking his cheek. My excitement was over the next level. Austin stood up from his seat and I followed him. he opened a door leading to a parking lot filled with a lot of expensive cars like Bugatti La Voiture Noire, Rolls-Royce Sweptail, Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita(2006), Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, McLaren P1 LM, Lykan Hypersport Bugatti, Veron Mansory Vivere, Pagani Huayra BC. My eyes caught sight of a very beautiful icon Sheene bike, I walked towards it in awe

It didn't take superpowers to know that he had left the matter to her to handle as she wished; and so, she did. The Chariot, as Dennis had called to it, was exactly what it was described as: a station. Three levels high, it housed everything from a battlestation, to an armoury, a medical lab, and even a garage with more than twenty cars in storage- it was where Megan had found the McLaren she drove to the party. In short, the Chariot was a piece of incredible machinery designed to ensure an Olympus team's efficiency and success on a mission; and Megan really hoped it helped hers too.

Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother. Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs.