Harley Bronwyn Novels & Stories

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.

They also adopted a little boy who is now eight. Harley became an art teacher and also got some of her own artwork published in an art museum which was huge for her. She ended up coming out of the closet as a lesbian a few years ago and ended up with a brunette girl who's really into music and art herself. She's a movie producer and she and Harley make each other more happy than ever.

She says, and my dread increases when she continues, “her name is Harley, she's twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue eyes, brown hair, small chest.” “You just described yourself, apart from the age, you look a lot younger” I tell her. Her shoulders slump in defeat and my mood falls lower when she looks at me. “Yes, I know, she is my sister.” “What's your name?” Knight asks her. “Harlow O'Bryn.” “Age?” I ask “Twenty four.” “Fuck bitch, you look like you're nineteen, whatever it is you are eating I need me some,” Mercy says. “You need to get her back to the clubhouse, I'll head to the river, meet up later.” I tell Mercy and Knight, giving the girl one last look before Mercy moves from the

In Emerald Hill, Harley paced her luxurious bedroom, her face twisted in frustration. She had received news that Elona and her children were back in Alaric’s life. How dare she? Harley thought. After all these years, she still thinks she has a claim on him? Her anger boiled over as she scrolled through social media, where Maribel’s calculated posts flaunting her connection to Alaric had gained traction. Harley knew she couldn’t remain silent. She had waited too long for this moment to let another woman steal what she believed was hers.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"Fucking bitch." Harley muttered as she walked towards Rob’s desk. She placed her bag on his desk. "What's wrong, Harley? You look angry." Rob said, standing on his feet. "That's because I am angry, Rob. I can't believe my brother is actually getting married to that thing." Harley said, heaving a sigh and looking away as she placed her hand on her hip. "Oh," Rob said, widening his eyes a little but curiously. "You don't like her for your brother?" He asked.

🏵️ CHAPTER 85 🏵️ Harley stared at the scenario before her in shock and couldn't believe what she was seeing. The cunning woman knew that today was B&W's anniversary and wanted to make a grand entrance. She had put on the most expensive and sexiest dress she could ever think off, smiling to herself as her makeup artist made sure to make her look as beautiful as ever. Harley wasn't putting on heavy makeup because even without it, she looked beautiful. The plan was for her to finally reveal her return to the whole world since she was certain that the reporters will be present.