(Dream Journal) Have You Seen Zack?
I rushed over to him and without a second thought, jumped on the back of the motorcycle as i bound my arms around his body. he didn't seem to mind or even notice me, but i believed he knew i was there.
The Scent of a Lover Part 1
Then at 11 all of the cars left the bar and i assumed that everything went okay as started my motorcycle i heared a cry of help coming from the back alley. "help! somebody please help!"
A New Light -- Chapter 6: Brazen
The motorcycle fell to the asphalt thunderously, leaving both debris and bloody chunks of flesh in its wake. "give me that!" charles seized the radio from mario and pushed a button to talk. "laredo-1, there's one more motorcycle!
Bui-Bui I Love You
Only to realise it wasn't the rv but a motorcycle approaching. he froze up as jacob rolled to a stop, kicking his stand out and taking his helmet off. his motorcycle was packed.
Tombstoned
He commented, his attention fixed on the motorcycle. she was grateful everyone here ignored her, just focused on the cars or motorcycle or whatever it was they were working on.
Filling the Void - Chapter Five
He folded his pillow over to make a hill, then zoomed the motorbike up the improvised mountain and down the other side.
The Disciplinarian
It took a while before the hero caught wind of the robbers, having ease dropped on a few police frequencies on his personal radio installed on his motorcycle.
02: Unforeseen Consequences
“escort this young man to the front gate and give him his motorcycle. i'd never come between a boy and his bike." “yes, sir!"
Garage Visit
"giving you your motorcycle."
The Family Vulpes Chp1
The low, roughly hewn stone cut roof had forced the vixen to press snugly into the body of her motorcycle.
Runt-Chapter 2
He was about to say something to retort, but was cut off by the sound of motorcycles roaring down the road. everyone looked up at three motorcycles rolling into the parking lot, followed by a black convertible with dark tinted windows.
Slow Dancing In The Dark
\>a weak excuse, but not one you were going to argue with \>"ok love, lets go" you say with a smile \>you hand interlocked with her padded fingers, you lead her back to her motorcycle.