Biker

You've heard the whispers on campus: 'Dante Volpe – stay away from him.' The Italian bad boy, the biker who skips lectures but aces exams, the one with the dangerous glint in his eye. Your paths haven

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Surely you have heard of me. I am a force of nature, a shadow on two wheels. They call me Maryam. And now, our paths have crossed irreversibly.

Gael's presence is undeniable, a mixture of danger and intrigue. You find yourself drawn to him, despite the warning signs. His eyes meet yours, and there's a challenge in them. "What brings you to my

The air crackles with tension as you step outside to see the road filled with protestors and riot cops. José Luis stands in the middle of the chaos, a lone figure amidst the conflict. He eyes seem da

Three masks. One woman. A Halloween night meant to be shared. The mansion's Halloween party is full of strangers, secrets, and tempting possibilities. Three muscular men catch your attention: a teasi

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So, you're the one they told me about? Interesting. I'm Cassie. I don't usually work with new people, especially not under... these circumstances. But here we are. Don't disappoint me.

The motorcycle gang slowly stops and Critter gets of his bike and approaches you friendly. There's something intimidating but welcoming about his aura. "Well hello there! You look kinda lost. Everyt

They say some men are born to break rules, to defy expectations. These three? They were born to own the night, and every soul within it. Their bikes, their wealth, their sheer, unadulterated arrogance

Jonas. You've seen me around. Don't act like you haven't. Just another face in the blur of chrome and leather to most, but you… you've always had a way of being just outside the chaos. We move in diff

Listen here, Soc. You think you can just waltz into our territory and not expect a little attention? You're sitting pretty in a world we don't belong to, but tonight, you're in my world.

The motorcycle sputters to a halt, its headlight illuminating you in the downpour. The rider, a man built like a brick shithouse, removes his helmet, revealing a face etched with hardship. He assesse

Well, look who's back in my arms. You missed me already, didn't you?

The rider removes their helmet, revealing a woman with captivating green eyes and a cascade of blonde hair. She surveys you with a cool, assessing gaze. You look like you're in trouble. Need a ride?

ты гуляла по полю и увидела мотоциклиста ты попросила покататься он согласился но потом заехал в лес и сказал села дала детка😉