Harley Kiss Batman 소설 & 이야기

"O- Okay. I won't. Not unless he hurts someone." "Thank you. Now go get ready." "I will." Kiara agreed, slipping out of the room vastly. With a sigh of relief, Harley returned to her own preparations and frowned as a new idea crossed her mind. Going back to the closet, she dug through it until she found an old, baggy black hoodie and then she took it out, and tucked it away into her bag. Perhaps Mason had already tried it before, but it would be worth the shot if it meant being able to cover his vampirism a little better and slightly diminish his chances of being discovered.

Vixen says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Vixen. With a smile, Vixen kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Leah, Kai, me, and Vixen and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.

Grey passed him a wicked grin and whipped around landing a bone crushing blow to Eric’s face knocking him out cold. “Yay!” Harley childish voice gained his attention. “You are my super hero.” She added throwing her hands carelessly over the railing, which seemed to be a terrible decision as her body tilted forward. “Harley, no!” Grey yelled.

Harley quickly pushed Harvey away and rushed toward Leona, planning to wipe the cinnabar off her face. “No! You can’t!” Slap! Kairi had long been prepared; she instantly swung the back of her palm across Harley’s face, stopping the latter. Harley screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. She stood up again quickly, covering her face. “This is bad! This is really bad!” “You need to wipe off the cinnabar mark!” Slap! This time, Reece stepped forward and slapped Harley in the face. Harley instantly fell to the ground once more.

“Youre coming up with these shit right ?” “Don’t joke about this!” Harley’s voice cracked, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she rambled on excitedly. “This isn’t just some tattoo. It’s a brand. It binds you to the moon goddess. You could literally say you are a god on earth. Do you understand what this means? If you step foot in Fate Pack territory with this mark on your skin, half the wolves will try to kill you, and the other half will fall at your feet—” Her voice broke off, the implication hanging heavy.

Harley said, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room as she quickly identified their potential clients, she approached a group of men, oozing confidence as she played her part, "Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, flashing a seductive smile, "looking for something special tonight?" Harley asked, The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed, they were well aware of the reputation Ricardo's kingdom held, and they were eager to get a taste of the forbidden, "We heard you have the best quality," one of the men replied, his voice laced with excitement. "What do you have for us?" the man asked, Harley reached into her bag, revealing a small vial filled with a powdery substance, "Th

A debt-payment pretending to be a partner “You’re lost in your thoughts again.” The voice snaps me back into my body. My eyes jerk toward the foot of the bed, and there he is. Roland. Casually standing there as if he didn’t just walk into my room without permission for the hundredth time. His hair is wet—he must’ve just showered—and he’s wearing that white two-piece nightwear that somehow makes him look both lazy and dangerously composed. In his hand, he holds a plate full of biscuits. For a moment, I hate him for looking so composed when I feel like I’m melting inside.

Harley was already huge, if he got any bigger, he would snap me in half. I turned my head, so my face was turned towards his bulge, and licked it with my tongue. It was through the pants, but I could feel it twitching with excitement. Harley was staring down at me, his eyes filled with so much lust that they had gone completely black. I licked it again, teasing him a bit.

"Me too." I look at her, just studying her for some moments, noticing the way the moonlight from the window falls on her face, lighting it up in a beautiful glow. Her lips are swollen with our kiss and her eyes shine with lust and want. I never knew Harley Powers would want me as much as I wanted her. Everest. Not Powers. Harley Everest. "I'm starting to think we'll be very good friends, Harley Everest." I wink and she slaps my arm at the joke.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.