Cartoon Harley Novels & Stories

“I reached out to her and asked if she had any positions open. Why do you look like you’re about to rip my head off? This was your fucking idea.” “Feeding Mia to the she-devil Harley Jacobs was not part of the deal,” Carter growled. Liam huffed out a laugh. “She-devil? Harley?” He laughed at the ridiculousness of it. “You don’t know her like I do,” Carter spat. “She eats people like Mia for breakfast and tosses the bones to the rest of her demon horde.” Liam held his hands up in surrender. “Whoa there, Carter. Your crazy is showing buddy.”

His hair grew longer and so did his legs. His entire body became slimmer and his chest protruded out more. My eyes widened even more. "You are going as a woman?" Carl nodded and began to put his hair into a bun. I noticed that his cheeks had a few freckles on them and his wasn't that attractive. "Yes, I'll be going as a woman. I need to stick to you after all. It would be weird If I stuck to you as a guy." I nodded. "And also," Carl spoke up, "From now on, my name is Harley."

He'll go around sneezing over every hair. "Scary things like Frankie and the clubhouse?" Harley scratches Hush behind her ear, flicking out three more pieces of hair. I've never realized how much she sheds until now. "Not everything that looks bad on the outside is." "You're confusing. First Ridge is good and Frankie is bad, but now the clubhouse and Frankie aren't bad either. They're good? Even though I'll get shot?" Harley's standards are too low for what she considers good. She doesn't respond but smiles and walks out the door, promising she'll check in on me again tomorrow.

"So these are yers? That's pretty cool. Does your job have an oven like this?" "We have a makeshift one with a UV lighting system we put together ourselves. It does the job nicely, but when we have a special project that we absolutely can't fuck up, we bring it here," Tony said as he motioned to the floor. "And yes, these are the panels to my '93 Harley Ironhead Sportster. Her name's Harley. She got a bit scuffed up when I backed up into a damn Honda. That's ok, though. I've been itchin' for a reason to do a redesign."

Justice is blessed with a rack I've tried not to notice for far too long. "I never noticed this before." A tattoo on her side, right below where the band of her bra sits. "Yeah." She grins. "Harley and I got them when we turned eighteen, but we didn't want Mom and Dad to see." "What does it say?" I cock my head to the side to read the script. "To infinity… and Harley has ...and beyond in the same spot on her. We loved Toy Story as kids." She shrugs. "I like it." "We wanted something important to us."

For him. I shook my head to clear those racy thoughts as he said, “I suppose I shouldn’t be flirting with you when I’m trying to make a business deal at your establishment.” Little did he know that the deal was already done. I was going to help him. I liked his cause and I admired his resolve. Working with teenagers was no easy feat, and Harley had filled me in a bit on how he’d taken to the calling after escaping the racing scene. She’d also told me she heard from a little birdie that he was going to be racing again. This coming Saturday.

"I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?” I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was helping Jack with his plans.” Harley comes to have a look at the changes we’ve made and points to my calculations. “You’re an engineer?” “And architect.” “No shit?” Harley puts her helmet down, takes off her gloves and jacket. She catches me watching her and looks away, as if pretending to look around. “Is there something wrong with your bike?” “What? Oh, there’s a leak in the fuel line. I’m going to have to walk it home.” She says like it’s no big deal.

I giggle and try pushing her aside but she follows me or rather glued to me like a leech. “Harley!!“ I call out and push her. She has such a beautiful smile. And plus I didn’t tell her I am a werewolf, and I am never going to. “Please let’s go”I add and tilt my head. She looks at me and makes funny faces. “Bye Dolly” she says and waves. Dolly is her parrot actually . The one thing Harley never plays with. Funny as it sounds, they sing together. Such a weirdo.

Harvey’s picture and stamp were in every single one of the booklets. “That’s impossible!” Harley froze. “This must be fake!” She chuckled coldly. “You won’t believe a con man like this, will you?” “This guy will stop at nothing to get what he wants!” Castiel chuckled when he saw Harley being so agitated. “Master Foley, I don’t know where you found this con man.” “I don’t know why you chose to trust him either, but…”

Harris's lips curled into a smirk, and he wished he arrived much earlier to witness the beginning of the show. "Chubby, don't you think this show deserves a name?" Harley clenched her fist in anger because Harris called her chubby again, but she decided to ignore it. "I already gave it a name. Tom and Jerry," she replied. "No chubby, that is the name of a cartoon, we should give it another name like the urhm, adventure of Lord grumpy, and the beautiful step mom," Harris suggested. Harley's eyes lit up immediately and she turn to Harris and said, "This is the first time, you actually used your brain well, I like the name."