Harley Bronwyn Novels & Stories

Harley exhaled “But you’re rich; automatically you’d have everything almost every girl in this school craves. Attention, boys and exclusive parties” “My parents are rich….” Harley corrected and Bonnie was silent “I’m not Amber, I don’t want to be popular or go to parties. I just want to be a normal teenager that people won’t say she gets everything because her parents have money to throw around. I want to earn thing for myself, and now that i---I lost my sister . My perspective has changed a lot” She explained, Harley has always been a good girl who would never treat anyone lower than her irrespective of their status. She was just like Danica; they were good, intelligent, beautiful and timid

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

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.

Bloody Hell! "Harley..." I stretch a hand to grab her wrist to pull her back but she is already out and slams the door shut. "Blondie! Get back here." She ignores me as she walks towards the person lying on the road. I hold my head between my hands, clutching my hair in frustration. Harley Powers, known her entire life for being the mean girl — killed by an untimely change of heart.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

"She's not my doctor, Rhett. She's not my therapist. She's a tracker who helped with one rescue operation, and now she's apparently monitoring my recovery like I'm some kind of science experiment." The vehemence in her voice catches me completely off guard. This isn't the calm, rational woman I married. This is someone who's genuinely angry, and I have no idea why. "Brynlee, she's trying to help—" "I don't need her help. I need space to adjust to being home without some stranger analyzing my every mood." Stranger. Harper isn't a stranger—she's been part of our lives for months, helping track dimensional anomalies and keep the pack safe. But apparently Brynlee sees her as an outsider intrudin

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.