Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

“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?”

Harlem Lee was pointing at Harvey York with his nose. “That’s right! If you can’t even buy a bicycle, you won’t be able to hide the poor stench on you no matter what!” “I like riding on my scooter. What does it have to do with any of you? Harvey parked the scooter before glaring at Harlem and the others. “Good dogs don’t get in the way of other people.” “Are you calling me a dog, Harvey? Harlem let out a scoff.

So my curiosity now about who she meant when she said he's way hotter was through the roof. Then she clarified even more than I could've asked for. "Besides, let me see?" She walked back to get a closer look again. "Yep. That's a Bolt. Poor man's 883. I doubt Nico would ever own one of those. His might all be older models, but I've never seen him on anything but a Harley."

It feels nice to have feisty enemies, makes your reputation grow. "We did coke, Harley," I say, not ashamed to speak the truth. After losing Bel, I don't give a damn about what the Powers think of me anymore. "We didn't go around begging our enemies for their last name." Her fingers curl to fists. I can literally see her gritting her teeth and know that my words struck a nerve. It is easy to annoy Harley; she is always unguarded. One sexual remark here, one sarcastic comment there and you have yourself a Harley Powers ready to strangle you to death.

He'll go around sneezing over every hair. "Scary things like Frankie and the clubhouse?" Harley scratches Hush behind her ear, flicking out three more pieces of hair. I've never realized how much she sheds until now. "Not everything that looks bad on the outside is." "You're confusing. First Ridge is good and Frankie is bad, but now the clubhouse and Frankie aren't bad either. They're good? Even though I'll get shot?" Harley's standards are too low for what she considers good. She doesn't respond but smiles and walks out the door, promising she'll check in on me again tomorrow.

I had to be smart… and being smart meant not being a troublemaker… and that meant staying alive, doing exactly what they wanted. ‘Remove her gag’. Someone, the same man possibly, ordered and within seconds, it was pulled from my mouth. My lips were dry, the cloth that was gagging me had soaked up all the moisture in them, but I ignored the sting for now. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I-I... I’m Harley. My name is Harley’. ‘Harley what?!’ ‘Harley Carter’. There was silence for a minute while they spoke in their own language again. Even though I didn’t understand a word, I heard them say Ron’s name.

Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks. Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled. "Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom.

I fake the one excitement in my voice and Direk just chuckled. "Like wise Rain, I heard your bounty increased," Direk said with a smile on his face. "Wait—she's the dreadful Rain?! You guys must be joking!" Thomas exclaimed, causing Direk and Greka to laugh. "Yes young bean, she's also known in so many names. Some calls her Harley. She's also known as the 'Lady in Red', the red reaper and many more! It just depends on her movements and appearance when her target get the chance to caught a glimpse of her features." Direk tells and Thomas lips parted, I guess he wasn't expecting that.

Jules told her and she beamed, turning over to her brother. "Look, Mommy knows how to give a nickname unlike you." "Whatever you say Harley, but you will always remain chubby to me," Harris replied, bursting into a fit of laughter, which angered Harley. "Mommy, come let's go, I don't want to look at him, he's so annoying," she muttered, taking Jules's hands and pulling her away to an SUV that was parked, nearby. "Bye Mrs. Scott, bye chubby," Harris yelled, before getting into his Lamborghini and driving away.

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.