zeds motorcycle pulp fiction

A Suspenseful Biker romance about a beggar and an Enforcer. I was on the streets until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, and clothed me. For a time I was happy until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. His name was Zero. He wasn't just an Enforcer. He was a stone-blooded killer. Beggar I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don't even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington have been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learned to survive on these streets, I even learned to smile. Zero I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important. I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know. When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of The Satan Snipers. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted. She gets more than she ever hoped to, a man's heart. But secrets from her past and the man in question set on uncovering the dark that plagues her threatens her new life. Will she learn that the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything, even the reason she calls herself Beggar? "When I was younger I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older I remained a beggar by choice." Beggar

Andy is labelled the schools delinquent, and she's a bit of an outcast. Jake is the most popular boy in school, and the school's bad boy. Once their paths collide they can't get enough of eachother. After all every girl loves a bad boy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop being so loud princess, its 6 in the morning," he groans before getting up and putting on his pants. "Starring now our we princess?" he asked, in a cocky tone."What's there to see?" I asked, sarcastically, looking away from him. He walks up to me, and moves my head, to face him "Do I need to remind you about last night?" I slap his hand away, "No, I'm leaving!" "Oh so soon," he asked clearly trying to annoy me. "Yes, I shouldn't have stayed, to begin with. And if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll have your head." "Oo looks like I was wrong about you, you're, not a princess you're a queen, of hearts," he says smirking as I slam the door, and run down the stairs. As I walk out the door I call Melissa. I unknowingly left the keys to my motorcycle, on his nightstand, along with my underwear! -------------------------------- Working on new novels this summer! Comment any characters you'd like to see have a mini novel of their own.

Missy is a nurse in the Clear City County state penitentiary infirmary. That's how she met him. Shank. The Road Captain of the Holy Rebel MC doing 3 to 5 for running illegal arms out West. The tall, dark, and handsome ciminal is sexy enough to sweet talk his way into the strong headed young woman's pants and heart. And Missy is head over heels for Shank. And she feels he really digs her too every time he tells her she's his and no one else's. Only when he gets out and she follows behind, she finds he has a whole Old Lady. A beautiful one. Heart broken, a pregnant Missy runs off up north to raise her child away from a group of criminals and liars. But faith isn't so kind and drags her back home down to Florida when her father passed away and she has to back to clean out her childhood home all the while hiding her son from his oblivious biker father.

Motorcycle shop owner Ben Makowski offers a three-day class for new riders. When he finds out one of his students doesn’t even like motorcycles, he’s irritated but drawn to the man at the same time. Though he can clearly see the new student is dealing with something difficult, Ben sets out to get to know what that might be and if he can help in any way.<br><br>Writer Angus Winter’s publisher has insisted he learn about motorcycles for an upcoming book, which is the last thing he wants to do. His fear of motorcycles stems from a tragedy in his past. But something about his sexy new teacher makes him want to open up to the man. Can Angus trust Ben with the burden he’s carried for so long?

While on the run from her abusive husband, Margo is saved from the rain by a tall scary yet sexy man with a motorcycle and a patch. With no questions asked, Lynol takes the pregnant and soaking wet woman whose down to her last dollar back to the clubhouse for rest. Margo wants to protect herself and her baby and tries not to grow attached to the motorcycle club's president or their way of life, seeing as how it goes against every moral she has as a cop. But it seems the harder she tries to separate herself from Lynol, the closer he tries to get to her.

Acquiring actual skills, interests and ideals... Is a hard task! How can you make sure, that everything you do is not an absolute waste of time, leading to less than nothing? Therefore, the main character of the story, the man affectionally called 'Nista' a name that, essentially, has no meaning, and "No meaning" is not the meaning of it either, obligates himself to nothing, aside from Visual novels! Reveling in his unemployed and severely uneducated life-style, refusing to go outside due to its dangers, the comfort of his life is challenged: unless poor Nista finds an actual job, his parents are going to stop sending him all the needed funds to slack away! So, o great' hero Nista... Can you depart on an adventure so dangerous, to seize the roots of a profession!?

One night I woke up in a weird place, I meet some bad people but I escaped from it... "Well look at this, we meet the boy from the ??????" -?????

El 1 de diciembre de 2022 el jurado del Concurso Nacional de Cuento "Hubert Lanssiers 2022", compuesto por los escritores Miluska Benavides, Leslie Guevara, Alejandro Neyra, Gustavo Rodríguez y Miguel Ruíz Effio, se reunió para elegir a los ganadores y menciones honrosas de dicho concurso. Se recibieron 151 relatos a nivel nacional, y se contó con un comité lector integrado por 80 voluntarios designados por Machucabotons Escuela de Escritura, para la lectura y preelección. Hecha la apertura de los sobres, la relación de ganadores quedó establecida de esta forma: Primer premio "Camel - Pulp" por Ostracista Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Segundo premio "Los cobardes no van al cielo" por Aaron Champi Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Se hace notar que es la primera vez en la historia del concurso que un participante recibe en simultáneo el primer y segundo premio. El jurado interpreta este hecho como un testimonio de talento literario y felicita el autor.

I suck at descriptions, why don't you start reading to find out? It's about a girl named Sakhi and how her life changed due to some turn of events. It's a slow setting story, so if you're not a patient soul, then probably it's not for you. Thank you for giving this story a chance, thanks for reading,

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"