Haley Quinn Leaks Novels & Stories

“Why?” “A message from the future luna.” With that, the girl flipped her long, honey blonde hair over her shoulder and stalked away. “Valerie?” I echoed. “Crazy b—” “Hailey?” Celeste rushed out of the library. “Sorry. I just finished...What the hell?” “Valerie. She’s insane.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” Celeste took my backpack. “Did she say why she did this?” “No. She sent someone to pass me a message, but I have a good idea why.” I scowled at a group of students passing with curious looks. “What?” I snapped.

She'd stuck with it ever since. Harper hardly ever showed up. She always came running in late to training. Her reason was she had to redo her eyeliners or her entire makeup. Her hair needed to be braided in Elsa's style or must be in nice loose waves but she couldn't find her curling iron or the right foundation. Too flustered and panicky about how she looked to concentrate on the game. Harper had wanted to be in the coed team where she could play with boys, but she was too late to register in time. That was why she'd ended up in a Reject.

She continued to wail. Her soul felt light. They left the hallway and walked over to the hall balcony, looking over the entrance. “Will you tell me what transpired between you and him?” Penelope asked quietly. Hailey gulped. “He uhm has a video of us.” She started, summoning courage. “He threatened to leak it.” Penelope drew in a sharp breath. He loathed the man immediately but continued to listen to Hailey. “It has been four months. I have paid him several times but he won’t stop!” She wailed in frustration. “I am tired, Penny.”

“No, baby girl. Like… internet disaster trending.” Jules turned the phone toward her. Her name was there. Not just her name. Her face. Paused mid-motion from the video. Lucian’s face beside her. The slap frozen in time like a crime scene photograph. Kyrie’s stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” Mandy said softly. “Someone leaked the full clip. Not just the end.” Jules scrolled. “It’s everywhere. T*****r, I***a reels, gossip blogs, even news aggregators picked it up.” Kyrie’s mouth went dry. “But… it wasn’t like that. They didn’t show…”

“You don’t own me.” Ryan looked away, jaw tight, jealousy written all over his face. “Just be careful.” “With Luca?” she asked sarcastically. “Or with you?” He looked back at her then, something raw flashing in his eyes. “With everyone.” Hailey exhaled sharply. “I’m not keeping your secret forever. After the championship, you tell Roy. If you don’t, I will.” Ryan didn’t argue this time. He just nodded once, defeated. “Fine,” he said quietly. “After the game.”

Her right eyebrow cocked up at him before her gaze followed his train of sight, finally noticing the pile of ashes scattered on the floor. The sight of the cremated remains caused her to throw back her head and release a loud, obnoxiously evil laugh. “I see that your plan failed, Samael,” she announced, flicking her silver hair back over her shoulders as she turned to look back at the man in front of her. “Such a shame. Leona was one of my best.”

He says, “I’m Leviticus Adams.” I nod and say, “Riley Ford.” He chuckles as he says, “No, you’re not. Your real name is Rieka Hart, princess of werewolves, the future Luna Queen. That’s who you are, Rieka. You knew I knew your identity yet you still presented yourself as Riley. You’re not Riley, you’re Rieka. The strong, rare, Purple Sapphire Gemstone Wolf, and the Luna Queen that the supernatural world doesn’t know that it’s waiting for.”

"Release Haley's archived livestream drafts into the internal media network." Haley gasped. "Katherine, no." Katherine met her eyes. "For the family." Haley looked wounded in a way possession had not achieved. "Some of those were private." "Exactly." Aaliyah hit enter. Sterling Tower became unsafe. Gravity on ten floors shifted by eight degrees. Hundreds of expensive chairs rolled into walls. The executive whiskey vault opened, triggering seventeen unauthorized access alarms and one very confused vice president. Haley's unreleased livestream drafts began playing on every internal screen, including a forty-minute video titled "Emergency Cute Outfits For Apocalypse Situations, Version Twelve,

Where was this story of a childhood romance coming from? Had they all been lied to, or was I the one completely duped? Before I could make sense of it, Haley leaned into her live feed again, riling up her audience. "Everyone, today I'm setting things straight with this homewrecker, and showing her what happens when you steal someone else's man! Does anyone here know her? Post her information in the chat!" At her words, a sea of cameras closed in on me, their lenses glaring, recording, poised to spread this humiliation far and wide.

" Hale wrote the words on Stella's hands slowly. She was afraid that Stella couldn't understand it. Stella looked at Hale in shock. Stella was not involved in the mission. She just heard about it from Jasper Milton. She was so shocked that she started shivering. Hale continued to write, "This is a huge matter. We can't let anyone else know about this secret for the time being. I'm afraid that it will cause a big disturbance and affect the connection between our country and S Country." Stella came to her senses and she wrote on Hale's hand, "Did you know that you were caught as soon as you appeared at the airport because someone leaked the news anonymously? Did you tell anyone about your wher