Gotham Harley Novels & Stories

We’re back on our feet in a second, scanning for any threats. But there don’t seem to be any. There are a couple of one-on-one fights around but they seem to be mostly under control. There are, however, bodies all over. Some in human form, some in mid-shift. *You smell that,* Kent growls, irritated. I sigh, also annoyed. What could possibly be the icing on the cake after this hour? Damn it! Damn him! Between the scent on our back and the giant black wolf currently ripping out the throat of the wolf that had been on me, I have to accept that Harley was our savior.

Kellan was utterly covered in sweat when he kept trembling, almost to the point of falling to the ground. The beautiful women waiting for a good show felt numb in their heads, as if they were utterly frightened by Harvey’s ruthlessness. Harley could not help but cover her beautiful face with shock in her eyes. She realized Westin was going up against someone he could not afford to challenge. “There’s still one more hand. Are you going to break it yourself? Or are you waiting for me to do it for you?” Harvey kicked Kellan aside when he calmly spoke. “I’m the person in charge of the Newgate Chamber of Commerce, you b*stard! I’m a disciple of Heaven’s Gate! I’m the right-hand man of the organiz

Sir Hugo Waverly stood in the shadows of the gambling hell known as the Cockerel. His gaze roved over the mixture of peers and lower-class men gambling and whoring. Rumors of an underground boxing ring run by smugglers had surfaced earlier that morning, and Hugo wanted answers.

Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead. Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C. Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

The scent of danger hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of death. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. The Kabal was not a group to be trifled with, whenever you have corrupt government officials coming together, then you have the worst criminal organization, worse than any gang or syndicate. This was a whole new thing for me, I probably would have seen a gangster coming from miles away, but these people hold all the cards, they have the power to turn everything against you, and back it with the law. They were above us, and it was the natural order of things. They were the puppeteers, the masterminds behind the intricate web of crime that plagued Harmo

I looked up when Harley walked in, his eyes clouded over as he was mindlinking our head of security on the bottom floor. “Nothing yet, Alpha.” He reported. I sighed. “Who do you think it is?” I asked. Harley shrugged. “It could be a new player.” He said. “I just don’t understand why they would want to give the weapons back.” “For a price.” I reminded him. “It will probably be pricey to get them back.” “Agreed.” Harley replied. “This whole thing just smells fishy. Why would they want to meet here and not at a neutral place? It’s basically a death sentence to walk in here without any safety net.”

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

"It's magic, Kylie." The stone reflected off the light; it hadn't before. My brow furrowed as I leaned forward and captured it in my hand. Kyle and Beck caught the change as well and came closer to investigate. It now had Harley's initials, H.G.R., inscribed on it in the same golden calligraphy as on the box. Ok, I got the H-Harley and like the R-Reins. "What's the G stand for?" Harley opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get a word out, Kyle, whose chest was so tight we could see the outline of his undershirt, beat her to it. "Gail."

Soft lighting created an atmosphere of formality yet allure. In this meeting, there were three major powers in the underground world, maintaining their relationships of exchanging interests while causing damage and disadvantages to one another. The three figures representing these underworld powers were Dominic Barker, Louis William, and Jethro Thompson. On the other hand, Harvey Susan and Enzo Robert did not belong to those three major powers. Enzo and Harvey were the biggest suppliers of illicit goods at present. Harvey specialized in providing weapons, and explosives, and engaged in production and trade with major criminal organizations, the mafia, and more. Jethro also had business deali

Harley couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation, she had always been drawn to danger, to the adrenaline rush that came with living on the wrong side of the law, and now, alongside the mafia king, she had found her purpose, As the night wore on, the duo navigated the intricate web of the criminal underworld, “Harley dodged them, and hide herself somewhere, and at the end of the underworld's operation, Harley came out with the briefcase, Vivian was astonished as she saw Vivian again with the briefcase, They encountered rival gangs, law enforcement authorities, and individuals desperate enough to sell their souls for a taste of power, through each encounter, Harley pr