Harley Bronwyn Novels & Stories

Her beautiful self. I couldn't let go of Pamela after all what she had been through, after all what she went through with her Parents and siblings, her Family. I was the only one she told her story too. She was actually an Italian princess, daughter of the King Marcus De Luca and Queen Serena De Luca. She didn't like royalty, I understood that. When she was sixteen, she was almost forced to get married to a certain prince, Prince Carlos Marchesa. He was around 30. She ran away from that with the help of her lesson teacher, her parents thought she and her lesson teacher eloped due to some lies her siblings accused her of and finally disowned her. She was no longer a De Luca anymore. Her lesso

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The low hum of chaos surrounded us, healers barking orders, someone rushing to sterilize tools, the crackle of the radio as a runner confirmed patrols had been sent out. “I am not going to allow her to break you and Damon apart. She already tried that once.” I said, glaring at her. Sienna drew in a shaky breath, but she stayed where she was. Her spine was straight. Her chin was lifted. A Luna. She wouldn’t crumble. Not here. “And I am not going to allow that to happen. She needs help and that is why she is here.” She said sternly.

I asked. “Can anyone control her?” Anya asked sarcastically. “Fair,” I said, crossing my arms as I turned to look at her. “But you need to understand that she will learn the routine, she will read between the lines and will even try to run if she can.” “Then perhaps it will help her to have something to do besides planning it,” Anya said, taking a step toward me as she raised an amused eyebrow.

I stretched out my right and when Arnou held my arm, I let out a little gasp at the electric shock that ran down my arm. I still felt the tingling from where he held on to. If Arnou felt the current as well, he didn't show it. Harley emerged from the altar and walked towards us with a beautifully carved box decorated with flower petals. She wore an ivory dress, and she looked every bit the bride she hoped to be. My heart thundered as she came towards us. I hopes she was not about to pull another around because I had gotten my fill of her foolishness already.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

I heard Harley's voice, and I gazed at the counter, towards her. Then I led Blake over to her and smiled as I replied, "What's up, Harley?" "Nothing. Just wanted to say, 'Hi." Harley said almost in a whisper. With a weak smile on her lips, she stared at Blake and mumbled, "Hey. You must be our leader's daughter… Blake, right?" For a moment, Blake nervously glanced at me before looking back at Harley and said, "Mmm… Hi, and yes." "You are really pretty," Harley whispered, sounding a bit sad as she avoided my gaze.

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.

"Bitch better than me! How is she better than me?!" This time Rae had apparently had enough of being insulted. She leaned over the table, closer to me as she stared Stephanie dead in the eyes and I could see that her normal blue-gray eyes were now ice-blue indicating her wolf's presence. "She is the Gamma female, she is the Beta female and my best friends!" She pointed to both Sam and Paulette without breaking eye contact. Then she points to herself. "As for me, well, this bitch, just happens to be the future Luna and Alpha Braxton's mate! I am better than you because I actually care about people and not who I can fuck to gain more power!"