Cartoon Harley Novels & Stories

He grabbed the other man in a bear hug. “It’s so good to see you. I missed the other time you were lucid.” Harley eased back but still kept hold of his friend. “You’ve got to beat this thing.” “I’m trying.” Moon grinned, his chin dropping to his chest to stare downward. “I’m more important than your favorite biker boots? The leather might shrink in this hellish heat.” “I don’t care. I’ll buy more.” Harley shook his head. “Duck next time someone shoots at you.”

But now even that fate is in Xaden’s hands, and I had about enough of his bullshit. “Just get back to campus,” Xaden said through his teeth. Harley appeared behind Xaden, and he was looking between the two of us, confused. Harley wasn’t a bad guy; in fact, I have come to like him in the couple of years that I’ve been at this school. The issue was, he was Xaden’s best friend, and he would always back Xaden up even if Xaden was dead wrong. That was bear in him; bears were said to be the most loyal creatures and Harley happened to be very loyal to Xaden.

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

Just as he opened his mouth to protest, a blanket landed squarely on his head. "Not a sound!" Cynthia winced at the ache in her waist as she opened the door. There stood Harley, barefoot, squatting on the floor, carefully folding a paper airplane out of a hundred-dollar bill. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" She scooped him up, brushing the dust from his tiny feet. "Look, Mommy!" Harley beamed, holding up a red plane. "It's flying money!" Cynthia rubbed her temples as she surveyed the room littered with money-made airplanes. Last night with Lucien had clearly gotten out of hand.

I was well aware what kind of a woman Harley was, she wasn't just about empty talks, however, she was the one who had attacked me first, and I wasn't going to back off now. Smirking at her I said, "I don't know which type of drug you are high on these days Harley, and if not drugs I suggest you seek help, for you are hallucinating I guess. Also, Vivian will be the happiest if Leonel finally leaves her, but I guess that's not happening. FYI Harley, it's not Reux, it's Eriantha Karwitz." I glared back at her, "And making friends or enemies out of home wrecking hoes is beneath me."

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.

There was a hint of excitement and emotion in Harley's voice. "Really? Then I guess congratulations are in order." I was happy for him. "I wanted you to know it first, because you are the first person to know that I have such a dream," he said with satisfaction and gentleness. "You got what you wanted now, and I'm so happy for you," I said with a mixture of emotions. "Mommy..." Suddenly, my two kids ran over from behind me. They each held one of my legs and giggled. Harley suddenly asked, "Cathy, why do I hear kids' voices? Are you hanging out with your friends?"

Carter Trescott might’ve had a makeover, but people still treat him like royalty, parting around him like he’s a biblical figure. Vex and Skipper receive the same treatment. Girls gawk at all three of them as they walk past, and I’m glad. It means that I’m not going insane. It means that these men are all objectively attractive. Could I be in trouble? Shit. Maybe going with Conrad would’ve been better. Eventually, they turn away from the Strip and guide me away down a darkened alley. Fabulous. “Get on,” Carter says. “What?” Skipper extends his hand, and that’s when I see it—the Harley.

Neil laughed from the front seat, clearly amused by the conversation. I thanked Jeremy and ended the call. Harley looked up at me. “I hope they don’t even get a chance to call you. I want to see the look on that asshole Beta’s face when he realizes I am a wolf.” She seethed, her wolf combining with her own voice. While Harley had been forthcoming with what had happened with the Beta, it seemed like there was a bit more that I had not been told. However, now was not the time for that type of conversation.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.