Rider Club Novels & Stories

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

The kind of paper trail that belonged to someone who either had very good lawyers or was genuinely careful about how he operated. Probably both. The club itself was interesting. I read three industry profiles and two financial analyses and came away with the same conclusion each time, the Moon Biker's Club was successful in a way that slightly exceeded what the numbers alone could explain. Their growth curve was steep, steeper than comparable outfsts at the same stage, and their ability to attract serious riders and serious sponsors had an almost magnetic quality that the profiles tried to account for through Jaxen's personal reputation and couldn't quite get there.

Around a thousand people call Peach City home, and the area is sparse with a temperature about five degrees lower than Phoenix, which means it’s still damn hot. The dusty dirt road leading up to the club is shit on a Harley and makes cleaning the filters regularly a must. We thump along over the ruts until the twelve inch wood posts supporting an iron script sign with the club’s name comes into view. I stop and idle as the other four bikes pull up beside me. “Last chance to turn around,” I tell Skull, Johns, Coke, and Vampire. My supporters. The men who are as fed up as I am. Skull brushes his fingers over his bald head before revving his engine. “We’re with you, Dagger,” he says when the no

Someone was already reaching out to Max to join a professional team? Nathan raised his eyebrow slightly. “Who is that?” “It’s this person. He says his club is called KR.” Max quickly gave his contact to Nathan. Nathan forwarded the information to Finn. Three minutes later, Nathan received a comprehensive document detailing the background of KR Club. KR Club was one of the biggest gaming clubs in the country. They were ranked sixth on the esports club rankings and were quite well-known. This proved Max’s ability and talents in esports as a club like this was interested in him. They even approached him personally to join them.

“To them it is sacred Indian land and bikes would tear holes into it. They will be taking all the girls to the Tribal center with the tribe women that showed up earlier as they plan to send the buses back here. Then we will journey to the old church estate.” “On horseback?” Greer asked in disbelief. Monster stared at his Prez. His shock was so striking that he did not even blink. “The fuck?” Breed nodded. Greer shook his head and tried to hide his smile at Monster’s almost comic expression. “So I know Greer can ride.” Breed looked at Monster and around at the few men present. “But how many of the brothers can ride?” Crow, the IT for the club, chuckled. “We ride…Harleys, not Pintos.”

Around a thousand people call Peach City home, and the area is sparse with a temperature about five degrees lower than Phoenix, which means it's still damn hot. The dusty dirt road leading up to the club is shit on a Harley and makes cleaning the filters regularly a must. We thump along over the ruts until the twelve inch wood posts supporting an iron script sign with the club's name comes into view. I stop and idle as the other four bikes pull up beside me. "Last chance to turn around," I tell Skull, Johns, Coke, and Vampire. My supporters. The men who are as fed up as I am. Skull brushes his fingers over his bald head before revving his engine. "We're with you, Dagger," he says when the no

Nyx, Sulphur and the others are also in our company. “ Club Odyssey?” Chloe reads out loud and I smile. “It screams mystery, right?” I ask and Chloe nods. It's the same impression I got when I learnt about the club. Who would have thought it was a club owned by bikers? “ No,it screams of sin wrapped with candy paper.” Chloe declares and I burst out giggling. “ Then let's see what sin they are offering.” I wink and then saunter inside. I can feel Nyx disapproval charging the night. She has never made peace with interacting with members of the shadow riders MC.

They all left the meeting room. Rider went to his room to talk to Angel. When he walked in, she was gathering up their dirty clothes to go wash them. "Let's sit and talk and then I'll carry those down to the basement." He explained. Angel sat the basket on the bed and sat down on the couch. "Ok." "We have another club visiting this weekend. We've worked together in the past a couple times. They are a rough bunch but have come in handy. Not a large club but big enough to be a pain in our ass if things don't work out between the two clubs." Rider explained.

was beaming as Ru and Cutter walked in. Rider was standing behind his chair. “You sit there,” he said, gesturing at Ru and pointing at one corner of the sofa, “and you sit there.” He pointed Cutter to the corner farthest away from Ru’s spot. “And don’t make me sit between you. There will be no hanky panky during team meetings, got it?” “I think someone’s a little jealous,” Cutter mumbled as he took his spot. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cutter,” Rider replied, as he took his seat. “We’re cousins.” He winked at Ru and had her giggling again.

Before long, everyone in the circle knew: Lauren had won championships, made money, swapped husbands, abandoned her spouse, and found a young boy. But the cycling club still valued riders’ reputations. After hearing about a few recent training sessions, they replaced Wanda with the team’s main rider. Sean’s private account hadn’t updated for days, seemingly because Lauren had been ordered by the club to keep a low profile. She saw him very little. A few days later, I launched my bakery at Hightide University. Lauren wandered in for coffee while passing by after her training. She spotted me behind the counter and immediately started mocking loudly.