Harley Kiss Batman 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.

PAST: Shefali's POV The air in the grand hall shimmered with a deceptive lightness, a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm brewing within me when I laid my eyes on him. He moved through the crowd, a magnetic force, his laughter rippling across the polished floors, his handshakes warm and genuine. Damon Knight. The name itself felt like a paradox, a whisper of both torment and tantalizing possibility.

I catch her repeating “Fuel for the fire, fuel for the fucking fire Harley.” I watch her pick up a small pair of gloves in the other locker room and walk out. I can’t help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I watch who I can only assume to be Kevin stop in his tracks as he sees me watching after her. He’s younger than me, tall, well-built and handsome as hell. He smirks. “You Harley’s boyfriend or something?” “Or something.” I mutter not bothering to hide my disapproval of him. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on her in the ring. Bet she likes a rough pounding in bed though, huh?” His eyebrow raises higher than I thought possible, and he flashes his perfect pearly whites. “Later tonight maybe.”

Something is definitely up with Evan. I meet up with them sitting down, and celebrating my victory while showing them my backup moves for Harley next move. I kept swiping the pics and video I took naked of them; feel for the poor guy, I can blurred out his image tho, and how the guys was so easy to take on. That was how I remembered Hans is still tied up. Hahahahaha, suits you well Hans and Harley Frinkles, and whatever punishment you received Harley. #Harley Who the h*ll is that Cheryl Blossom? Who the f*ck does she think she's hunn. You think you're hard to get hunn? Just wait till I show you who the boss is really is.

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.

However, Ethan beat me to it. "You've all got it wrong. I never said the mate my wolf chose was Ivy." After saying that, he added Ella to the group. Then he tagged everyone and said, "Take a good look. This is the future Luna of the Silvermoon pack." The clamoring group chat suddenly fell silent, as if an Alpha had cast a silencing command. For a long while, no one spoke. That was when Ethan sent another message. "Why is everyone silent? Greet your future Luna. That's an Alpha's order."

Neil laughed from the front seat, clearly amused by the conversation. I thanked Jeremy and ended the call. Harley looked up at me. “I hope they don’t even get a chance to call you. I want to see the look on that asshole Beta’s face when he realizes I am a wolf.” She seethed, her wolf combining with her own voice. While Harley had been forthcoming with what had happened with the Beta, it seemed like there was a bit more that I had not been told. However, now was not the time for that type of conversation.

He whispers the words lowly, the same way someone would talk to a god. “Only if you call me that again.” Harley says as he hesitates, fully aware that the nickname bubbles his whole love for the younger . “Please.” The hitman closes his eyes for a second, listening to his surroundings, making sure there is no one else to hear the hidden confession of love. “My love,” says the hitman clearly, leaving a sweet kiss on the other’s lips. . TBC

Even though he had given me ‘The Talk’ when we were eleven about never even thinking about hurting her or he’d use the sword given by his grandfather, I was grinning from ear to ear when he shook my hand and told me to take care of her. Halloween passed with me and Kiara as Joker and Harley Quinn because she adored both of them and I agreed mainly because of two reasons: a) who doesn't love Harley Quinn?; b) I wanted to see Kiara in black mini shorts with fishnet stockings and a tight white tank top. It was needless to say that we left the party early and had mind-blowing roleplay sex.

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.