Dr Harley Sawyer Fanart Novels & Stories

Harlow "There's no need to say anything," Cyrus said, standing and helping me to my feet. "We can keep this between us." "I don't think so," the scar-faced biker said. I noticed the patch that said "SGT at Arms" on his cut. He was the Howlers' enforcer and seemed more than happy to lay down the law. "Mac, come on—" Cyrus said to him, but he was cut off. "You really messed this one up, bro," Mac said. "Let's go."

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

I reassure my mate as he follows Harley and me inside. “What happened? Why is Ryder in his lycan form?” Eya asks, holding Anarchy close when Harley carries me through the glass double doors. “Ryder isn’t the one forward right now, he has given Harley control. He was in a great deal of pain from Dagon torturing Freya.” I look up into Harley’s eyes, wishing I could take his and Ryder’s pain. “Harley, it’s weird seeing everyone’s lycan come forward. You’re are quite magnificent,” Eya looks down at Anarchy, who squirms in her arms then whimpers.

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

"He did." Waverly's palms grew sweaty, and she scrubbed her fingers against them. "I-I really like the paints you got," she said, trying to distract herself from the butterflies that were rising higher and higher inside of her. "I'm surprised you actually grabbed a strong brand." Sawyer flicked his stare to the paints that were laid out colour wise in multiple clear organizers on a row of shelves. "Uhm, yeah, I may have had help with that." He paused and then motioned at the easel. "I thought maybe you could take your sketches to the canvas and you know, continue drawing my eyes on a new platform."