Novel & Cerita Romance Biker Books

He stared right back at me as he rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow at me. "She's riding with me." Joker demanded. I heard Dom snicker. He knew what was about to happen. "Nope. I'm riding MY bike. Fuck all of you!" I threw up both of my middle fingers as I hurried to the garage. A moment later I started up my bike, revved the engine and pealed out. Serves them right. Let's see if they can keep up with me. Assholes.

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

I’d glimpsed them before, from afar at pearl street, but never up close. He killed the engine, helping me off. “Welcome to the den…thought you might want to see where I disappear to.” I looked around—guys and a few girls tuning bikes, laughing over toolboxes, a makeshift track looping the parking lot. “This is your world?” “One of them.” He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Come meet the pack.” He introduced me around—Rico, the quiet storyteller with the intense stare; Jax, the loud one with tattoos snaking up his arms; a girl named Lena who sized me up with a nod and a “So you’re the one keeping him grounded.”

“She is just another beautiful, strong woman who actually belongs inside your dangerous world. She knows exactly how to ride a heavy bike, how to fight your enemies, and how to be a real part of this heavy life. I am a civilian. I am never, ever going to be like that.” Stone’s sharp jaw clenched with so much force that the muscles in his face bunched up like iron. He didn't care about the thirty bikers standing around the clearing watching us. He reached out his strong arms, grabbed my waist, and pulled my small body hard against his massive chest, locking me into his hold. One of his large hands tangled itself deeply into the strands of my hair to hold my head steady, while his other palm g

A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

Motorcycles roared through the new opening—a dozen riders, all wearing Iron Wolves patches. Damien led them. His face was a mask of blood and fury. When his eyes found mine across the destroyed clubhouse, relief and rage warred in their depths. "Flora. Get down!" I dropped as bullets erupted. The Savage Kings scattered, returning fire. Damien rode straight through the chaos, his bike sliding sideways as he dismounted in a fluid motion that should have been impossible. He reached me in seconds, his body shielding mine. "You hurt?" His hands ran over me, checking for wounds.

Sorry guys, I know the past few chapters have been a little slow, I hope this one makes up for it :) ** Chapter Thirty Seven **A few hours later** Of course, I found the whole ‘’bad biker’’ thing sexy about Alexander, but when dating a biker, it's important to note that he will take you (most) places on the back of his bike. No issue with that obviously… except when we’re going on a date... And I had just styled my hair. Helmet hair is a real thing.

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

Celeste Vale or Celeste Blackfang now married to a man I’ve never met, standing at the edge of the cemetery in black leather and red lipstick like she’s arriving at a cocktail party instead of her ex-husband’s funeral. When I heard she married an Alpha Biker, I was shocked. They're werewolves and are believed to be dangerous and involved in the highest criminal Mafia activities, looking less than humans. But now that I’ve seen him for the first time, he surpasses every expectation. He’s handsome.