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The Misfit Inn
He swung his leg over and dismounted - is that what it was called getting off a steel horse like this?
Misty had never really had an interest in motorcycles, but with this bike, and, more likely, Denver and his leather standing in front of it...that could change. "That doesn't look like any motorcycle I've ever seen. It's way more - " She searched for the right word, and almost said "more" again. " - classy looking."
"That's probably because you're used to seeing nothing but Harleys and crotch rockets." Denver ran one big hand lovingly over the dark green tank. "This here is Roxanne. She's a 1981 BMW R100RT, one of the greatest of the airheads."
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Contract With Big Brother-in-law
The ever-watchful eyes of the pack, no doubt ensuring the Alpha and his Luna were seen together.
Mission accomplished, I supposed. Or two birds with one stone, so to speak.
At one stall, Nicholas’s attention was captured by a custom-built motorcycle with a sleek body. It was a midnight blue color with golden trim, and it looked fast. Very fast. “This is incredible,” he murmured as his fingers grazed the handlebars.
Before I knew it, Nicholas was deep in conversation with the seller. I watched in surprise as he negotiated with ease, finally shaking the man’s hand and pulling a large wad of cash out of his wallet.
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Bad Boy Biker
Desperation had its advantages.
By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club.
Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had.
A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.
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The Story of Motorcycles
After days of thinking, Dominic finally found a way to earn money.
He bought a secondhand motorcycle and said he would drive passengers between town and the village.
“Honey, I can still make money,” he said, forcing a smile. “People always need rides. I’ll drive slowly and carefully.”
The motorcycle had been modified before we bought it. The seat was much longer than usual, welded awkwardly to the frame. It looked unstable, especially on the winding mountain road that led back to our village.
I frowned when I saw it.
“Is this safe?” I asked. “Your leg hasn’t healed properly. What if something happens?”
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A Night in Vegas
Ethan’s POV
We stepped into a fairly filled bar and sat on a aisle close to the bartender, who looked like he’s had a long night. Noticing us as we sat at the aisle he began approaching us, “Evening Sir, Miss, what can I get you both?” He asked. I turned towards Mellisa, “I know just the perfect drink, may I?” It didn’t look like she in any way trusted my judgment. “Just give it a trial, if you don’t finish it you get to dare me to do anything” Upon hearing that her eyes began to sparkle; she smiled then nodded. “Two Ardbeg scotches please,” I told the waiter.
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The Biker’s Obsession
"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head."
He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful
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MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME
Their search beams sliced through the trees, mechanical voices echoing: “Target confirmed. Acquire.”
Lena stumbled over a root, breath ragged. “They’re faster than before.”
“They’ve upgraded,” Adrian muttered, pushing branches aside. “Which means someone’s desperate.”
When they reached the ravine, he shoved a tarp off a matte-black motorcycle—compact, silent, built for speed. Lena’s eyes widened. “You still keep these things lying around?”
“Old habits,” he said. “Get on.”
The engine purred to life, and the night exploded into motion.
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The Slaved Virgin Offering
I turned on the yard lights, pulled out the motorcycle, started it up and opened the stockade with the remote.
The motorcycle was cobbled together from useful parts. It had a 4-stroke 500 cc single modified to run on aviation gas and a muffler from an old chevy that kept it quiet. It started right up. The seat was extra long and had a removable cover of towel-type fabric, which was easier on the bare skin (like Li's bare crotch) than leather or vinyl in the cold morning air. The extended custom seat could actually hold three people, and there was a storage box mounted on a rack behind the seat which held a back-pad in place. I checked and everything was there. The bike had 4 headlights so vi
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Mafia's Forbidden Touch
I didn’t have to turn and look at him to see his arrogant smirk.
At first he was only following after me, but I knew he wouldn’t like the idea of him following my steps…
One way or another he ended up leading the way downstairs until we were outside the house.
My eyes widened the moment my eyes caught a glimpse of the motorcycle Nico presented to me when we were about to leave.
“Is that Harley-Davidson Night Rod Special?” I didn’t even look at his direction to see how shocked and surprised he was by knowing the exact name.
Enzo was very obsessed with motorcycles, I even gifted him one on his birthday years ago, yamaha vmax!
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Frequently Asked Questions
Riding a motorcycle at night can be an exhilarating experience, with the cool breeze and the quiet roads, but it’s also packed with risks that aren’t as prominent during the day. Visibility is the biggest issue—not just for you, but for other drivers. Even with a good headlight, motorcycles are smaller and harder to spot, especially if cars aren’t paying attention. I’ve had close calls where drivers didn’t see me until the last second because their focus was elsewhere or their high beams blinded them to my presence. Reflective gear helps, but it’s not a guarantee. And let’s not forget road conditions: potholes, debris, or uneven surfaces are way harder to spot in the dark, and hitting something unexpected can send you flying before you even realize what happened.
Another major risk is fatigue. Night rides often mean longer stretches without stops, and the monotony of dark roads can lull you into a false sense of security. I’ve caught myself zoning out before, and it’s terrifying when you snap back to reality and realize you’ve drifted slightly out of your lane. Animals are another nighttime hazard—deer, raccoons, or even stray dogs can dart out unexpectedly, and swerving at high speeds is a recipe for disaster. Then there’s the human factor: drunk drivers are more common at night, and sharing the road with someone impaired is a gamble no rider wants to take. All that said, I still love night rides—they’re peaceful in a way daytime riding isn’t—but I’ll never pretend the risks aren’t real. It’s all about balancing that thrill with caution.
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