Yugioh Bike 소설 & 이야기

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

My movement is clean and fast, so satisfyingly well-executed I nearly give myself a pat on the back. I might hate getting on a bike, but I know exactly how to get off one. Funny how fear works like that. “You named your death machine?” I ask coolly. His eyes narrow, clearly clocking what I just did. He clicks his tongue but lets it go. “Harley,” he corrects. “And she’s not a death machine. She’s beautiful. I built her myself. From scratch.” That actually gives me pause. “You did?” The surprise slips out before I can stop it.

In fact, she had the same banner plastered to the wall of her apartment too. There were motorcycle helmets stacked perfectly behind the door, and a punching bag stood in one corner, looking worn out from use along with some dumbbells laying under it. On the shelves, tucked behind trophies and medals from games he had won, were books. Real books. They also looked worn out from reading, and she recognised some classics. They were books she loved, but never imagined a boy like him would ever touch. There was an open sketchbook on another drawer, with a half-finished sketch of a bike. She gasped, fascinated at how good he was. She reached down and slipped open the previous page of the book, and

All the while, in the surveillance room of Rebirth Sect, the scene of the bike catching on fire was being replayed every few seconds. "Mr. Little, is there a problem? I've seen electric bikes spontaneously combust before. It's not too strange." If Felix had been there, he would've attacked immediately—because the young man staring at the monitors was Yosef Little, the founder of Rebirth Sect. The flames of the exploding bike reflected in his eyes. "No. It's nothing…" Yosef muttered. He narrowed his eyes before frowning. "And that's exactly the problem."

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

The only connection was between Mariah and Yihan as she was tracking him. Yihan rode like the wind on his Yamaha R3 racing bike. He got it on his birthday three years back from his mother which he then customized to suit his preferences, especially the color combination of green and blue. He was determined on the mission yet was worried because Queen Chang did not have the knowledge of him setting out all alone for something best known to him.

Kazutora's words. "Hey look! There it is." Kazutora pointed to the right side where it was displayed on the platform. "Woah! So cool." Baji whispered as he watched it. "Imagine if Mikey rides this bike with the guitar tied on his back. Not only will he look cool, but he will also look like a badass gang leader!" Kazutora said in an excited tone. "I know right. I can't wait for him to ride that bike and have that Yamaha guitar." Baji whispered while still wondering about the display.

"Wow, ma'am... This bike!" Ombre admired the bike and touched it with glow in her eyes. "Only those fighters get these bikes who are class A and even then they have to prove themselves worthy of this honour. I have heard that only four fighters had this bike in last seventy five years and you are probably the only living one who have this... It's literally more than any crown... You are so lucky! I thought Renzo must have taken this bike away from you after you got married." Rose smiled.