Yugioh Bike 소설 & 이야기

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

She was nine, wearing a shop apron three sizes too large, with paint on her hands and the clipboard she'd been carrying for two years in the way some children carry stuffed animals. "Hi," she said. "I can show you around. What kind of bike?" He looked down at her. "A, uh. A 1978 Triumph Bonneville." Her eyes did the thing. "Original engine?" "Parts of it." "Come on." She turned and walked toward bay three, fully confident he would follow. He did. Hunter appeared from under a Ducati chassis and gave the Triumph a professional look and offered a preliminary structural assessment that the client seemed both startled and reassured by.

The bike looked expensive—custom-made, by the looks of it. My brother didn’t answer. I turned to look at him, and my blood ran cold. He’d gone pale, his jaw tight as he stared at the motorcycle. He knew exactly who it belonged to. “Woah! It’s a racing motorcycleeeee!” Lebi squealed, tugging on Owen’s shirt. “Daddy, daddy! Is this yours? It’s so cool!” I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, but a voice cut through the air before I could speak.

The seat behind him is wide, steady, designed to carry weight without complaint. Reaper’s bike is sleek and predatory, black with flashes of emerald striping that catch the light when he moves. It looks fast even standing still. Asmodeus’s machine is a monster, tall, heavy, built like it could plow through a wall and keep going. Thick tires and reinforced frame nothing decorative, all for function. Viking’s bike gleams like a relic pulled from legend, dark steel with gold detailing etched like runes along the sides. It hums faintly, like it’s alive.

“It’s me who needs the help, Mr. Norris. I heard your garage holds the finest fleet in the South. I need a machine to run the Devil’s Spine tonight. I’ll return it without a scratch.” Tracy added, “It’s my family on the line. The debt should be mine.” Taylor chuckled, leaning back. “It’s just a bike. Don't make it a tragedy. If I can have the Afolayan King, the Whitmore heir, and the future Kennedy Luna all in my pocket for the price of a silver frame, I’d be a fool to say no.” He led us to an underground bunker that made the previous shops look like scrap yards. Rows of high-performance motorcycles and armored sports cars sat under precision lighting.

“Why do you bother with a bike or car to get around when you can just teleport?” “Because power drains energy. And teleporting a long distance uses a lot of it. Also, I have more fun riding a bike than teleporting. Bikes help me relax and have a clear mind. And most importantly, riding a bike helps me keep my demon at peace. He’s a fiery bastard, you know, always angry, always wanting to harm or destroy. It’s a daily battle that riding a bike helps me overcome,” Lucian explained, adding, “But your presence calms him down too.”

This car was a trophy of our success. When I made it into the school parking lot, something interesting caught my eye. It was Dominic's motorbike. A Suzuki Hayabusa ABS Z worth around $15,000 and I hated to admit it, but it was beautiful. It was beautiful enough for me to hate it. I hated her for having it. How could she afford it anyway? I heard a whistle from next to me and I see Zack looking at the bike that I was looking at. "Demonic's right?" He asks, and I nod grudgingly. "Do you think she works some kind of job which helped her pay for it?" I shrug,

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

I would still send him home tonight feeling lost. Just then, Dante walked up between us in his tall frame. “You both will ride with the spirit of the brotherhood. You are not allowed to die. If you fall, you rise again.” That was all he said before turning his back and leaving us alone. I didn’t need his motivation. I was ready for this. And thankfully, I had been using the painkiller Dr.Vance gave me to numb the tremble in my left arm. My jaw flexed, teeth grinding as I straddled the beast beneath me. The hell-bound bike was unlike anything street legal—matte black frame, skeletal structure, raw engine growl that sounded more alive than machine. The handlebars vibrated hungrily like it want

Tlast time I walked into that place, Hawk had broken my nose and Bear had dragged him back before I could return the favor. It hadn’t been chaos, and that was the part that stayed with me. It had been measured, almost calculated, like a message delivered with bone instead of words. I pushed the image out of my mind as I slowly eased the bike into the compound. Nothing had changed since the last time I'd been here, especially the fact that some of the bikers still stared at me with fear and reverence in their eyes. Good. I made sure my bike was parked carefully, while doing a little reflecting at the fact that I hadn't crashed on my way here. Judging from the fact that I'd been running on pur