Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

I stood outside and watched as students came out but none was her and I found myself wondering if I had missed her on my walk to her, maybe she left the class as soon as it ended, just like I did. I grabbed a girl’s wrist, stopping her and ignored the flirtatious look she gave me. “Did you see Ugly in class?” She furrowed her brows, “Ugly?” I rolled my eyes, “Ugly Duckling, UG, did you see her in class?” “He means Harley, that’s what he calls her,” someone whispered to her and I glared at him. He lifted his hand in surrender and walked away immediately.

I look at all the people walking out, talking, laughing, and being together. Yorick would be an amazing father and that thought has my body responding much more strongly than I would have expected. I suddenly feel a visceral need to give this man pups, pups that look like the two of us. “It’s fine, Wendy. We can talk tonight or tomorrow, Shakespeare,” Hacker says. “Shakespeare?” Wendy asks. “You haven’t met Zach. He gave us all nicknames when he first met us. I got mine for obvious reasons,” he says. “Not all of us get cool codenames,” he says much more softly. Wendy blushes and I gasp.

Their coats were threadbare, their hands bore the calluses of lifetimes spent in alley deals. One of them, tipped his hat at The Boss. “Been a long time, Boss. Thought you forgot the old codes.” “I don’t forget what saves lives, I need every wall, every corner, every mouth you still trust. Get the word out: the black wolf is still safe. Repeat it until Rico hears it.” The Boss muttered. Harlan’s brows rose. “The black wolf… you’re sure he’ll remember?” “He will, it was his mother’s nickname for him. No one else would understand.”

Even though we have a bar at home, I don't go near it except on when occasion demands that I serve my father first or when our maid isn't available to do that. In order not to make him feel bad, I take the wine from him and thank him. I turn to the other side with my fingers whirling around the glass cup. I see Nicholas taking the stairs up to the podium and I roll my eyes. I wonder what he wants to say. He is always ready for show ups and I hate him so much. He is my bully. The greatest of all who conquered the rest of the bullies just so he can be my only bully. He is the head boy while I am the head girl, but we still don't get along well.

he asked. I glanced at the nametag on his chest that was slightly shiny like gold. The nametag mentioned that the man was named Jayden Harlon Hamilton. I grinned slightly grinning how his parents gave him a name. Too much alliteration every syllable ends in the letter N and it's useless to think about. I squealed and turned my gaze to an elderly parking lot at the end of the street. “I'm just speculating because all my brothers are so cruel. They are petty and hungry for wealth.”

" I rasp breathlessly. "Who ?" "Lefu Pusscat". "Never heard of him". Harold huffs. “Sounds like something I would eat for breakfast”. "You called me Fluffy”. Harold chuckles with laughter, but stops and grabs his clearly sore ribs. "Did you knock me down because I called you a nickname ?" "So you do not know him ?" "No, should I ?" Harold shakes his head, still with an annoying laugh on his cracked lip. “You Got some balls on you, kid”. Harold sits up effortlessly.

I whispered, laughing again. The celebration lasted for hours. Old Pete told stories about the early days of Hellfire. Duke tried to come up with baby names — all terrible. “Road, Blaze, and Crash,” he said proudly. I gave him a look. “They’re not motorcycles, Duke.” Ryder laughed so hard he nearly dropped his drink. “I actually kinda like Crash.” Pete grinned. “Hell, name one after me. Pete Jr. Got a nice ring to it.” I shook my head. “You’re all hopeless.”

Harley asked. Rob shrugged. "He sounds angry " Harley rolled her eyes. "I will catch up with you later." She sang. "Okay," Rob said as Indy walked towards Xavier’s office. "Damn, she is my Nicki Minaj." Rob said as he sat down on his seat and continue his work on his laptop. Harley opened the office door and walked into the office. She closed the door behind her. Sighing, she walked towards her fuming brother's desk.

“What are you doing?” “Talking to my new friends.” “The birds?” “Yeah, this is Madison and this is Natila,” Marietta said, pointing to them. Harley looked over at the birds, maybe hoping to find a name tag or something on their neck or anywhere on their feathers but found nothing. “Did you name them?” “Nope, Maddie told me, she's the gentle one while Naddie is the first one.” Harley stared at his mate for a while but said nothing before asking, “How do you know which is which?”