Rider Mc Novels & Stories

"Ricky was there when Dad got his first bike. Taught him half of what he knew about riding. If anyone knows about the old connections between the MC and the packs, it's him." The trail narrows further, trees pressing in on both sides. The moon filters through the canopy in silver fragments. "How much farther?" River asks. "Another mile. His cabin's isolated. He likes it that way." Cade laughs, low and warm. "Sounds like someone else I know." I grin despite myself. "I learned from the best." The road opens up slightly, and I push the Softail harder. The engine roars, and I feel the power surge through the frame. Behind me, River and Cade match my speed perfectly—three bikes moving as one pred

Steele asked "And how did we get so lucky?" Hunter asked "So, what's the name of your MC?" Raine asked. "Veterans MC." Jax replied. "Are you outlaws?" Kim asked. "No. Our businesses are all legit. We do not do guns or drugs. All our members are from one branch of the armed forces." Jax explained. "Good to know." Raine replied. "Just because we are bikers, doesn't mean we're delinquents. It doesn't automatically mean we break the law." Jax explained.

the frail rider called out. The arena seized for a millisecond, the crowd was unsure of what they heard. “Are you sure,” the Track master said, the frail lad just nodded in acknowledgement and hopped on his bike. The crowd was thrown into an uproar The only person who had completed the Devil's Tongue in one piece was Venom. The rest were either dead or bedridden. The last rider had ended with a brain aneurysm from crashing down the cliff. “I must say that young lad is brave”

Rider finally put me down on my feet, and it took a few seconds for my head to stop spinning from being upside down, but when it did, I noticed his bed was set up, and mine was gone. “Do you know how hard it was to train with your father and Cole while trying to hide a hard-on? All I kept picturing was you strap to this thing,” Rider whispered as he reached the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. “That must have been awkward,” I teased. “You have no idea.” His low husky voice replied before he added, “I’m about to get even.” “What are you planning on doing?” I asked, gulping nervously at the possibilities.

The prize for winning the race was so tempting that it attracted all the experts without thinking twice about risking their life. Weylin Turner under the pseudonym 'Rider' was waving his hand at his fans. He was seated on his motorcycle Yamaha YZF-R6. His long hair, which touched the base or his neck, was combed backwards while a few naughty locks fell on his forehead. His friend, Jace Smith stood beside him, chuckling at his friend's popularity. "Weylin, I know you want to impress your fans. So make sure you will win the race," Jace said, running his hand through his hair. "Be careful. You know how dangerous this race is."

He looked straight at the rider's heterochromia eyes, he’d saw a face that was conceived in displeasure and hatred towards him. “YOU!—” The rider exploded as Dante interrupted her from speaking further. “Hey, how long would you stay under the name of that mystical creature?” He asked. The rider’s body froze in place, wondering what was he talking about. “Haven’t you realized until now, something different, something mismatched, something that is out of order.” He placed the resonating Kirin’s antler on his shoulder as he undauntedly walked in the air towards them, “I mean I noticed every one of you had something in common.” Her eyes widened, “Seems you have thought of it—I’ve thought of it t

I can hear the bikes revving up, and when the music hits at the right time, the freestyle jumpers hit the ramp, performing some amazing stunts that warm up the crowd. The first rider was decked out in full LED gear, including his bike. Shit that must have cost a fortune to kit out his bike like that. His jump looked difficult, a one-eighty front twist. The next rider was not kitted out like the first, but his trick was the heart attack. There were five more riders, one after the other, doing tricks such as the heelclicker, whip, rigamortis, dead body, and cliff hanger. These tricks are difficult even for an experienced rider such as myself. I quickly glance over at Jen and see her expression

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

“Should I remind you that you haven't finished your training,Fiona? You don't know how to handle a gun, you will only be putting yourself in harm's way.” She is a crew member but not a verified biker. To become a full member, you need to go through a series of training sessions. The last one is how to handle a gun for those who are not familiar. Most of the members of the shadow riders are from the military. Few come from the underworld. We rarely take untrained individuals. Fiona was a special case and would need to prove herself before she can be integrated as a full shadow rider. “Don't try to sugarcoat your words, Viper. Taking her along will only drag us behind.” Raven says, rolling her

The floor is not even tiled and if they should have an accident, the injury will be very terrible unless they heal faster or a healer is called quickly. Alpha Jared stepped out to the starting line. He is twice Vladimir in size with tattoos all over his body. The girls swoon when they see him and it's not as if Vladimir is not attractive, he is not showing flesh unlike his opponent but I know a lot of girls still want him. “Now that the two are ready. A gun will be fired and they will start.” The MC announced. I looked at Vladimir. He is so calm and his stance screams confidence. “You can climb on your bike and start the engine” the MC announced and the two mounted the bike.