Novel & Cerita Tails Sonic Riders

At first, with the sun slanting down, no one could make out who the rider was. The shape of the silhouette looked odd though. “Dammit who would be disrupting this damn near wedding now?” Mable again swore under her breath. The horse and rider came into view. It was Wade and he held Kanda on his lap. “Wait! I have the ring!” he shouted as he came up the rose petal covered red carpet aisle…horse and all. “I will be god dammed!” Jared Noble laughed from next to Mable.

A rider yells as a bullet tears past him, another answers with a string of curses that would make a priest flinch. “Tara,” I shout, pivoting toward the west ridge where movement flashes between the trees, “take three riders and swing wide. Cut off their flank before they reach the garages.” She plants her boots, eyes locking on mine for half a second, then she grins, fierce and feral. “About time,” she throws back before spinning and sprinting for her bike. Engines scream as they launch into the dark. The attack keeps coming.

And from how heavy it was, she wasn’t going to wake up until a day later; and that would make our next trip smooth sailing. I was seated in my Mercedes Benz Coupe SUV 2014 3D, a black shiny beast with highly tinted windows. Mercedes Benz was our signature car and if you saw it black, just know it was ours. The Turantello Familia. Lorenzo came out of the restaurant building with a lady scooped in her arms, like they were leaving the church after exchanging their vows. He took delicate steps as if he was holding a glass that would shatter into millions of pieces at any moment as he walked towards the car.

Her passenger was supposed to hop in her car there. “Hello, this is your Stormchase driver. My car is blue and my car plate number is A2219. I am already at the Marriott Tower so you can come down now.” Monique Xander smiled lightly, her gentle and clear voice like a silver bell. “Alright.” A deep and magnetic voice like a phantom came through, she felt an unnerving coldness from the other side of the call. Monique Xander shuddered. ‘Such a cold voice, I’m freezing!’

Kiera's POV "Mama, those bikes sound different." Eli's words cut through the morning air like a blade. I froze in the middle of packing his lunch, my enhanced hearing picking up what his young senses had detected first. In the distance, still miles away, came the rumble of engines. Deep. Heavy. Powerful. Not the familiar sound of the Steel Vultures' machines. My blood turned to ice as recognition hit me like a physical blow. I knew that sound, the synchronized roar of custom Harleys ridden by beings who were more than human. The mechanical heartbeat of a pack on the hunt.