Novel & Cerita Romance Biker Books

I was going to be the medicine for my woman's smiles and not the poison. *** It took me not less than one day to learn about my Mate. She is a goddess of warriors! Goddess of fire and fury! Goddess of destruction and anger! "Awnn..." My inner wolf squealed in disappointment after hearing much about my chosen mate. She's the type who doesn't wants to be with any man but her sex comrade. I need to look for ways how to pacify her and win her favor! *** I was coming from the upper side walking towards a bridge with a baby crying loudly, I was trying to move closer to save the baby but a deafening sound was resounding into the dark of the night, terrifyingly approaching the bridge.

Rook slowed his bike, then came to a stop, parking within a mass of other bikes, and I found myself growling, "No! NO WAY! Just turn this bike around— right the fuck now—and take me the hell away from here!" Climbing off, Rook looked at me as I continued to sit, my ass glued to the seat. A grin stole across his lips and he gave a small shake of his head. "Relax, Cookie, will ya? Ain't a soul here gonna touch you without your say so." Glancing around again, my eyes took in both male and female in all states of dress. I was unable, but to let my eyes roam over the—freedom—of the sexual acts on display for all to see.

When she found him already staring at her, heat crept up her neck and she looked away immediately. "My Biker Boy Fantasies, was it?" Elias's heart plummeted, "W...what?" "Your writing is unique. It was a beautiful piece to read, I enjoyed it," "Oh my God," Elias palmed her face, embarrassment colouring her face, "You read it?" "Yeah," Zayn admitted, "You've got real talent, Elias. Your writing style is different from anything I've ever read," "You make it sound like I'm not completely pathetic for writing something like that,"

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she asked, not mockingly, she seemed genuinely curious. “Yes.” My voice cracked a little. I hated that it did. “Enough to do anything.” Rogue stared at me for a few seconds before she spoke again. “Life as a biker isn’t a romance novel Lilith.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Only to land in a town filled with secrets, dangerous men, and a biker club that clearly wasn’t as innocent as they pretended to be. Maybe the saying was true after all. Better the devil you know than the angel you don’t. The only problem? I was beginning to realize…Greystone might be far more dangerous than Damian ever was. But I’d keep my guard up regardless. I didn’t run from my abusive fiancé to end up dead in a strange town.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

He stood, wiped his hands. I stood too. We looked at each other for a moment in the low light, and something passed between us that I couldn't quite name. Not warmth exactly. Not the sharp friction we usually generated. Something quieter. Something that existed in the specific register of two people sitting in the dark together, doing something real. "Why?" I asked. Quietly. He looked at the bike for a second. Then back at me. "It's a good machine," he said. "Deserves better than rust."

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.