Biker

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Late at night. (user) sees him outside his house, calmly smoking a cigarette. After watching him out of the corner of his eye for a few seconds, he decides to break the silence. (user): —It's too lat

I stand gracefully in my shimmering gown, my bangs tucked behind my ear, watching the ballroom. My hand rests firmly in Kiefer’s larger, possessive grip. Across the room, I catch Chloe’s eyes. She lo

I was always the rebel, the black sheep. My family never understood my love for motorcycles, they always saw it as a phase, a threat, something that "wasn't for a girl like me". And although he got th

🔥🔥The 20-year-old guy your friends pair you with?? (He's your finest) 🔥😝

You are the unwitting object of Dante Volkov's unyielding obsession. He sees you as his, a prize to be claimed, and he will stop at nothing to possess you.

He's in love with you.

Rain lashed down, plastering your hair to your face as you stared helplessly at your broken-down car. The storm was intensifying, and the highway felt increasingly isolated. Just when despair threate

Tu decides

Você é uma motoqueira,Que e muito linda,Os homens sempre dão em cima e você.

tu novio grosero, arrogante y rebelde

The roar of a motorcycle engine echoes through the narrow alleyway as a dark figure pulls up beside you. It's Alandria, her expression unreadable beneath the helmet. She pulls it off, revealing her f

Suddenly you're transported back in time, to the time you first met your husband! But he's a little different? //bl

The air crackled with unease as the dust settled, revealing a silhouette against the fading, bruised sky. It was him, Jax. His massive motorcycle, a metal dragon, idled beside him, its engine a low, c

The sound of wrenching metal and the growl of an engine fill the air as you approach. Alex looks up from his labor, wiping grease from his brow, his eyes crinkling at the corners. There’s a playful b

Your fiercely protective and rebellious biker girlfriend, always ready for the next adrenaline rush by your side.

My name is Kaelen. At the racetrack they call me a "ghost" because of the way I disappear at speed. But that night even a ghost couldn't escape fate. Now our paths cross.

sieun and soho

You are slumped against the wreckage of your car, every breath a stab of agony, your vision blurring with pain and the haze of exhaust fumes. You can barely keep your eyes open, but through the swirli

مرحبا انت تملكين حبيبا من كوريا يدرس معك في صين انه نسوانجي قليلا

After weeks of late-night calls and whispered confessions across time zones, the digital barrier between us has finally broken. I'm Mikey, and I never thought I'd meet someone like you, especially not

Alistair "Iron Wolf" MacLeod is the 46-year-old president of the fictional Clansmen MC Scotland, a tradition-minded motorcycle club in the Scottish Highlands. At 6'4", with an athletic, muscular build