The Biker's True Love: Lords Of Chaos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

Addie huffed. "Yeah, you gonna give me the answer I want?" He teased. "Guess you'll never know unless you ask." She grinned. "Ok, fine. Addie, I love you and want you to be my old lady, so will you?" Cage asked. "What the hell?" Joker interrupted. Cage and Addie looked at Joker. Him, Diego, and Sym were staring at something behind Cage. Or actually someone. Cage and Addie both turned around. There stood a biker bitch in leather, with long brown hair, and about eight months pregnant.

Someone gave her enough information to know about Damon, and someone thought I would be too distracted by the threats to fight back. They've made a mistake. I pull my phone from my pocket and open the photograph again, studying the motorcycle. Then I hear an engine. A black motorcycle rolls into the alley and stops several metres away. My entire body goes rigid. The rider removes his helmet. Black hair. Grey eyes. A face that could make a saint reconsider her religion and a criminal reconsider his life choices. Damon. Of course. I stare at him in disbelief as he swings off the motorcycle. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Kinuha ko ang script at binasa. TITLE: LOVE BETWEEN CHAOS DIRECTED BY: DIRECTOR FERDY CASPE ASSISTANT DIREKTOR: HANIE FAYE MIN, ETC, ETC,ETC ETC. ETC. CASTS: LEADING LADY: XZYRA LOPEZ AS MARGAUX BRAID HUTCHINSON LEADING MAN: HARVEY HARRISON AS VINCE DIONE BEDINGFIELD LEADING LADY'S FRIEND: CHAINE VENICE ALVAREZ AS QUAINE PATRICIA PENDLETON

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.

She instantly turned around opening her eyes to see one of her handmaidens at the balcony archway with her head bowed waiting address her. "Yes Farah." The captain of her handmaidens lifted her head with a slight frown. "The lord of Chaos has once again come to visit you. He requests permission to enter." Viennashal nodded slowly giving Farah a head motion that only she would know the meaning of. Her handmaid did an about-face and exited the room. As she did, he entered, clad in red robes that signified his place among the Collective as a lord. His gold armor that he wore no matter the occasion shined bright as he made his way toward her. As he reached her she embraced him and they kissed. F

She'd been doing that more often than I would like, and I would be a bloody damn liar if I said it wasn't getting to me. Valentine's day should’ve been a fucking joke, but it wasn’t. Not tonight. The club was lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. Everywhere I looked, people were wrapped up in each other, lovers, bikers with their girls, all of them laughing too loud and drinking too much. Up until now,I didn't even think it was something the gang celebrated. The atmosphere was thick with the kind of love only bikers knew how to do, raw, reckless, and fucking unapologetic. It should’ve made me feel something, anything, but it didn’t.

“Because it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved that didn’t leave me.” The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving me stunned, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The next morning, the deep, guttural hum of the bike's engine woke me. I crept toward the garage door, drawn by the sound, peeking through the narrow crack. Reaper was crouched beside the matte black Harley, wiping the chrome like it was something sacred, a ritual. The way he moved... there was reverence there. A kind of quiet love, a devotion that didn’t match the dark ink and raw violence etched into his skin. He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else.

She opened her mouth to scream when the sound of motorcycle engines roared down the street. Six bikes appeared from around the corner moving fast. They weren't Vipers. The engines sounded different. More expensive. The bikes pulled up in a half circle around Maya and the three men and suddenly the air felt different. Heavier. The riders killed their engines and the silence that followed was worse than the noise. They climbed off their bikes and Maya saw their vests. Iron Wolves MC. She didn't know if that was better or worse than the Vipers. One of them walked forward and the others followed. He was tall with dark hair and the kind of face that probably got him anything he wanted. His leathe

My leather jacket felt too tight suddenly, constricting around my chest. I wanted to touch his hair badly, wanted to listen to him ramble all day long or watch him smile. He didn't know it, but I liked him a lot, and it was driving me crazy. We might be Alphas from different Packs, but we were all working for one person in the Bikers association, and we might take over from the old hag if we did our job right. But we were slacking lately, and folks from Summer West were the ones taking control.