Renegades Mc Novels & Stories

No wonder, in my previous life, when I went back home begging for help, my parents threw me out. I turned to tell them the truth, only to realize no sound would come out of my mouth. The comments started scrolling again. [Hurry and switch marriages. A construction foreman is way better than the golden heir. He’ll treat the female lead wholeheartedly, she’ll definitely be happy!] [Hehe, her parents have already agreed to the switch. What is she still resisting for?]

"Error... 404... Humanity not found... Logic failure... Rebooting..." He tried to stand, but his knees buckled as the neural rejection hit him like a physical blow. The biological server was crashing, and the man inside was being crushed by the weight of the ghosts he had tried to digitize. The judge slammed the gavel again, the sound lost in the rising din. "Lucas Montgomery, by the power vested in this court, I order your immediate arrest for human trafficking, conspiracy to murder, and—"

“No.” Ace shook his head tiredly. Yeah, he was going to need some more painkillers soon, but he was going to hang on a bit longer. He had to have this conversation with a clear head. “It’s not done. It’s never done. Not when we’re talking about fuckers like this, baby. Plea bargains will be struck for the guys being held. The guys on the run and in the wind will regroup at a pre-determined meeting point. Guys will show up out of the blue, looking to patch in, and if they’re hardcore enough, they’ll be accepted and welcomed. The MC will rebuild, Liam. It won’t look the way that it did, not even close, but the guys will start again.” Ace considered. “Almost definitely not in Denver – way too m

The thunder of motorcycles cut through the night like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. Rain pelted against Raven Steele's leather jacket as she stood beneath the flickering neon sign of the Broken Spoke, a dive bar on the outskirts of Blackridge where respectable folks never ventured after dark. Her dark hair clung to her face, mascara threatening to run in rivulets down her cheeks, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore—not since they'd taken everything from her.

I had never expected this from the girl I loved the most in the world. I'm not sure when I started crying. As soon as a teardrop falls on my hand I realize that I was weeping. This happens almost every night. I dream of her and wake up with her voice. I can't sleep the whole night, thinking about her. Though nowadays I'm handling myself well, this marriage again cracked me up. When I was struggling to get over my recent breakup my old ex-girlfriend entered in my life. I wished God could execute this coincidence with Meera. I would be happier by getting married to my ex.

I attacked one and ripped its neck in two, ran after the other and bit its back, incapacitating it. —How the hell did all these renegades get in here? — I growled at my gamma. — We don't know, sir. They got past the seekers and ambushed the warriors,” he replied, sinking his fangs into a renegade's neck. - How is this possible? Getting past the search engine, which has a super powerful sense of smell... That's impossible, unless... That's when the smell hit me. Nullis aroma. The renegades have a witch. And she created a potion that nullifies the smell and sprayed it on the gang.

Maddox said anxiously. I raised an eyebrow. "Don't be swayed by the mate bond, Maddox. Renegades are often cunning, and some like to disguise themselves as fragile and innocent. Don't judge a renegade by its appearance; they're called renegades for a reason, and those reasons aren't always good." I reminded him, but his mind seemed clouded by his sudden love for his mate. He was convinced his mate was good, incapable of the evil of other savage renegades.

He concluded regaining his composure of hatred. Alpha Marlon was on his return from one of his muddy renaissance. He threaded the mountainous bushy path somberly in thick contemplations of affairs of his pack the Blood Crescent Moon pack more prevailing his begone family. The last thing he would have wanted to fall in his way was a brazen condemned witch. Something that disgusted him to the core! Yet it was not meant to go his way. He had an unwanted guest block his path.

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

Luna screams and cries, and RJ is the same. “Let me go, let me go!” Luna screams and I let her go, and she staggers to her mom and dad. RJ following her. I look at my dad, and he nods his head. I just watch as chaos ensues in the compound. Members running around waiting on orders from our prez. Angel is sobbing as she holds Savage. The crotch goblins are the same. It makes me feel sick that they would never be like this with Rebel. They would just act like she wasn’t there. That is why I’m going Nomad. I can’t be involved in this MC anymore. Not after everything they have done to Rebel. I should have left sooner, but couldn’t. I have nothing left for me now that Rebel has gone.