Harley Bronwyn Novels & Stories

“Ah—!” Harley was in tremendous pain. She could never understand it. Why would the hick’s girlfriend have the bravery to attack her? Could it be that she thought she could do whatever she wished just because her boyfriend was the Melvises’ grandson? “Hubby, hubby, my finger is broken! My finger is broken! You have to avenge me! I want her arm broken! No, I want all her limbs broken!” cried Harley to Troy. She could have never imagined that things would get to this stage.

That’s after another rude man had splashe rain water on my dress and on top of it didn’t even apologize to me even after he looked at me. Harley is a sweet soul and cheerful apart from her liking to sing always and with high tone. when I say sing, I don’t mean correctly, I call her Queen of the Off keys. I had left my car where I was attacked because I didn’t want to bring anything about Liam to my new life. And one thing again, I couldn’t stop thinking about that Silver wolf and for one reason, I kept his fur with me. I don’t know why though,but I did.

"Hardly. The Goddess has no power Dawn, you know that. However, sticking to the tradition of my dead parents, I must pretend I'm the perfect Alpha, to avoid mass hysteria. I wanted to get you out of that Pack as soon as possible." I take a moment to understand his words. Instead I shake my head, adding another question to the mix. "Why would I need to escape? Is it because I'm the worst possible influence as a Luna, because I can't say right now that you're a stand up Alpha." "I'm currently working on a way to remedy the situation," Rylan tells me. This doesn't sound good..." I raise an eyebrow. "Explain."

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

So what the halter framed her breasts like they were an offering, and left part of her back and all of her arms exposed. She took a deep breath and geared herself up as best she could, trying to quell the nerves that were threatening to overcome her. "Open that door Kerryanne and stop being such a freak. You can't hide in here forever." She was getting better at talking herself into action, something she'd had to learn in the last few months or she'd never get anything done. Hopefully, today would be one of those overcast days Silver Springs was known for, and people would stay inside. Her stomach was a jumble of nerves as she turned the knob, preparing to face whatever was awaiting her out

I believed she was weak, breakable, and easy to discard. But now? Now she was connected to the Harrisons. Now she had leverage. Now she had a name that carried weight—Harrison. That name burned in my thoughts. FreyaHarrison. The missing daughter. The golden child. The key to power Malum had been chasing for years. Freya didn’t even know it yet—not fully. And that ignorance was the only reason she was still breathing comfortably, still smiling hopefully at Malum like a fool who believed affection meant safety.

She let the hurt seep into her heart and mind and every fucking cell of her body. The only thing that kept her sane all these years was her role as the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. She threw herself into her job, became a workaholic and started thinking only and only about the job and nothing else. A job is supposed to be a part of your life but she made this job her whole life. She let this job become her identity. It has come to the point where she knows who the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack is but she has no fucking idea who Kira Mathews is! She pushed away the plate and gulped down the whiskey. She has finished over half the bottle now. She knew she wasn’t drunk but she s

she cooed, twirling around on her feet. I shook my head and watched her groove her way to the dance floor. She deserved to have fun, even though mine was out of the question. I had known Harley since she joined our agency five years ago. She had always been a devoted worker, much like me. The passion for this had to be in our veins—the power of seeing brutality, fighting back, and getting the job done. No matter what. Harley was shaky at first, but that was just a phase—one I’d gone through as well.

By the time we had to leave L'ambrosie, she had asked almost everything about me, my hobbies and well, the reason I wore the ring always which was the only thing I couldn't answer right. I had also occasionally asked about her and she telling me, her favorite color was blue, a social media strategist for different companies which had me gazing clueless for being out of the ordinary. Her favorite person was me which I could doubt but not dared to cause of the way she always gazed at me and lastly saying that she had chronic lymphocyte leukemia.

oh God I have forgotten that she likes Golden because she have been looking for a girl that will not treat me as a star but as a human being as she put it , what do I do now I need to escape she opened her mouth and screamed " Damon John Mason!!!!!!!!" fucking hell