The Mc Novels & Stories

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

Jaguar. The desert wind swept through the valley as the Sandcastles MC climbed onto our bikes. There was a roar from the devil himself as we kicked our bikes alive. We rode out in formation. We were the Sandcastles MC. Nobody fucked with us, because we were the biggest and baddest fuckers alive. We took what we wanted. But we also weren’t fucking stupid. We made deals when deals made sense. And right now, everyone knew a deal with the Snakes made sense before we ended up killing each other completely.

’ He asked, pointing at the cuffs and raising an eyebrow. ‘They belong to Mr Morningstar, and he has been good enough to allow us to use them. Miss Kenny is proving to be more trouble than she is worth. It is quite obvious to the Council that you four ‘Suitors’, shall we say, are incapable of controlling her. The World MC Commander is arriving next Friday to give out honours to the MC clubs who have helped during this earthquake crisis. Drake Maddox is the Supreme High Commander of all MC Clubs; his word is law, and he will oversee the marriage of this little MC Princess to an MC King. If the four of you cannot agree on who that King will be, then she will be

All the attention was on the grandchildren. "Where's Ambrose?" Matthew asked. "Oh, yeah. He's in the gym," Melanie replied without facing Matthew. "Yep, okay. Thanks for acknowledging my presence," Matthew jokingly said. "Oh shush," Melani said, waving him off. Matthew chuckled and walked over to the gym. The smile on his face immediately dropped when he saw Jake in the room. Ambrose had a session going on so Jake had to be there, much to Matthew's dismay. Ambrose spotted him and gave him a small wave before holding up 5 fingers.

“Do you have someone in mind, Ms. Maia?” “How about Aiken Cantrell? If I recall correctly, he started out as an idol from a survival reality program just like this one. He’s a great singer and dancer. He’s also one of the hottest movie stars right now. Isn’t he the best candidate for the main MC?” Maia suggested.

Thanks for letting me know. God will anything go the way I want it too? I just want her gone and for my mc to get away from the cartel and the guns. Why does everything have to be so difficult.

There was a dessert table and if Charlotte had been in a better mood, she would have had a cupcake in hand by now. She took another sip "Ladies and gentlemen, the event is about to start." The MC, a charming man who looked to be in his 30's, said with a smile. Charlotte almost dragged her feet to her seat. She felt the enthusiasm of the day had been sucked out of her. She sat on her seat. "I know, finally right?" The MC said, earning laughter from the crowd. "I'm sure you all know me, but it's part of my job to introduce myself again. I'm Michael, your MC for this event. To the ladies, unfortunately this year, I'm not single." H

The MC was on the stage, with a microphone is hands. “I hope everyone is enjoying the party!” He shouted into the microphone. “Yess!” There was a loud cheer from the crowd. “That’s What’s up. We are about to enter the next segment of the party—the moment we have all been waiting for. It’s two minutes to midnight and the full moon is about to emerge. While music is playing in the background, you’ll have a moment to find your mates. Everyone should be done in thirty minutes and after that, we begin another round of partying. Good luck wolves!” He said and stepped out of the stage.

* * * Loud music was playing in the background, giant and giantess dancing, some talking, some laughing, some drinking. " Where is your little mate brother" Angus came to stand beside Derek who looked like he was in a hurry to leave the hall. " How nice of you to ask " Derek replied. "Oh you know I'm very nice" Angus said. " Yeah after I've given you the permanent mark on your neck" Derek smikred and the smile on Angus face fell. " What do you want Angus" Derek said. " Oh nothing " Angus sipped from the glass of wine in his hand " she's not human ".

Or, very nearly ex — all I had to do was file the paperwork. There was a gin gimlet on the end of the bar for me before I even had the chance to order it, and I couldn’t help but grin as I hopped up onto a bar stool. I sipped happily as the members of the MC came over one by one, pressing kisses to my cheek, clapping me on the shoulder, expressing concern about my father, telling me how good it was to see me home again. Patrick watched them file up, smiling, like he’d found the missing piece to a puzzle and he could finally see the whole image. For my part, I shrank under the weight of so much attention.