Yugioh Bike Novels & Stories

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.

For half a heartbeat, my grip tightened too much, breath catching in my throat. Not today. I forced the thought away and leaned in harder, trusting instinct over fear. The bike responded beautifully, hugging the curve like it was part of me. Fourth lap, chaos. It happened too fast for fear to form properly. A rider ahead lost control. One moment he was accelerating, the next his bike skidded sideways, sparks screaming as metal scraped asphalt. Time fractured. I saw the opening closing too quickly, the angle wrong, the inevitable collision rushing toward me. I swerved.

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full Circle Mia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were. "Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to."

Prayed that I wouldn't collide with him. I had been too lost in thought to notice him stopping. "Want to see something cool?" Zayan asked, looking back at me. I couldn't make out his face behind the helmet. Or the fucking blue-tinted goggles. But I just knew he had the largest smile on his face. The bike sank down beneath the weight of his body. The shocks at the back were pleading for their lives, by the looks of it. He was an Alpha heir with the potential to become an Alpha. His body could attest to that.

“Is this the welcome committee?” “This is the peanut gallery,” Ryder muttered. “Ignore them.” I realised he had employed more guys from the Hellfire MC. That was good. At least, they'd get a salary every month. Ryder led me past the garage toward the showroom, where the polished bikes stood like art pieces. I caught sight of TB... the Tessa Bishop bike... from last week, front and center behind the glass partition. “She’s a showstopper,” I whispered. “She’s not the only one,” Ryder said, nudging me gently.

A black power bike is a right of passage in the organization; each assassin is given a black bike, on the night of your initiation into the family, we only differentiate one bike from the other with the numbers written on it. "Is there something written at the corner?" I asked Cole, who was still busy looking at the bike.

After lunch, we sat in the living room watching Bike racing going on. “This time I'm sure that red bike will win.” mom said. “Nope, as always Yamaha R1 Black will win.” I said. “Let's see.” We both got busy watching the race until it finished. Yamaha R1 Black won the race. “Look mom, I won.” I said happily dancing and punching in the air. “Okay, okay.” She chuckled and clapped her hands. “How about we go to the next race and watch Live?” she suggested and I looked at her in surprise.

Hands clasped around my neck as he pounds— I'm forced to a stop as my face collides straight with his back, I wince from the impact scrunching my nose to lessen the pain. We were in the building’s garage, standing right in front of my dream bike, a freaking BMW S 1000 RR. I must have been in a daze last night because I didn’t notice this beauty. “Where’s your head at, Shadow? You know you don’t need to do all this to hug me.” He smirked climbing over the bike but my feet stayed planted to the floor. Goodness gracious, the bike was too darn beautiful to be sullied by me.

Breiy turned to Blaze. "He was already unwell, then last night he got drenched in the rain on his bike...foolish guy" Blaze replied with slight irritation in his voice. Breiy gaped at Blaze who looked irritated but worried. "He should not ride in the rain with a bike" Breiy mumbled before he returned to what he was doing. "He doesn't have a car, only his beloved big bike he has bought by selling his online games" Blaze added casually which made Breiy turn to him again.