Gotham Harley Novels & Stories

Alpha Team stayed with me—fifteen wolves who’d earned their place through blood and loyalty. Tulcero’s headquarters squatted in the warehouse district like a concrete tumor—three stories of reinforced brutality with narrow windows and security cameras on every corner. Two guards stood at the front entrance. They never saw us coming. I killed the Harley’s engine two blocks out, letting momentum carry me forward. The others followed suit, our approach nearly silent. By the time the guards registered movement, we were already on them.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

I repeated flatly, staring off into the distance as I listened to the familiar rumble of approaching motorcycles. The rumble became a roar when ten Harleys surged on all sides of us. Coming to a rolling stop, engine idling, Tommy's sharp gaze zeroed in on me. Piercing brown eyes evaluated me slowly from head to toe. From behind him, Leroy, the Grimm MC's Road Capt. and Frank, their Tail Gunner, as well as seven other Grimm MC Enforcers scrutinized every detail of our surroundings, bodies rigid and alert, ready for a fight. I tried not to cringe. It had been several months since the Grimm MC bikers had witnessed my kidnapping. Thankfully, Tommy and Leroy had escaped with their lives.

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.

All I'm just requesting from you it's the details of their whereabouts and nothing More. Harley was getting more furious with his actions and had wished that she had power so she could hypnotize him to do everything that she Instructed him but right now he's just proving stubborn for her and she guesses that she made lots of mistakes by approaching him in the first place. She could have approached another policeman who was desperate for money. "There's nothing that will make me Change my mind dear so I will (advise you to go away right now)". "Just mark this, you will regret turning down my offer." Harley Shrugged at him and boarded a cab heading to the Bronx pack territory. She needs help.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you, Rick.” “What?” She nodded. “Go ahead. Tell me something. Anything.” “Uh, I don’t know.” I paused, trying to think of something quick and clever to tell her. Nothing came. Not a damn thing. “I’ll go first,” Harley said, shifting in her seat. Her black top plunged perilously low, flashing her full cleavage. She had no clue just how dangerous it was for me to be so close to her. “I think I’m going to quit coordinating The Streets after this year.”

he’d be gone too. Harley had overheard when Joan said she was going to go back to Haynes and try to find out anything that could be of use to them. So Harley had shared the gps location of the car to her phone so she could find out where haynes technologies was. She wanted to get Revenge but she also owed it to Roman to share Bernard’s location, they could both get revenge together and maybe sort out their differences. “Roman” Harley called as she tilted back and forth on her boot in front of Roman’s penthouse.

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.

“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.

With just a call, the group of black-clad men lurking around Lane Manor appeared. They were all death dealers hired from the black market who would do anything for money. And their leader was Earthrank elite number thirty-two—Dwight Houston of the Crestone Fists.