Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

So where does such Voice come from? "And this car belong to you as well Felix?" Harley rasped in at her as he gave her a questionable gaze. "Felix" really? So you will be calling my name in front of everybody, especially your parents? Felix scolds her, finding it weird that she was actually calling his name when she was supposed to call him with a romantic name since they have to pretend to everyone that they're dating. "Don't go there fucking yourself up Harley, I do hope you can play along".

“Ha. Yep. I’m glad you and I got kids as targets, though, so when we just lobbed them in there, no one made fun of us for being soft.” Memory agreed. She’d been standing across from Lorelei, so there was no way she was tossing that snowball too hard. All her niece had talked about the last week were those crazy cardinals. “How about you? Do you have any other nicknames, I mean, besides Dak?” He thought for a second. “When I played basketball in high school, my friends called me Swoosh, but other than that.... Well, I haven’t always gone by Dak.” “You haven’t?”

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.

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.

"I just can't make myself care." "You're not as smart as I remember," Victor says evenly, taking another sip of his drink. "It's hard for me to let things go," Harry sighs. "I'm used to getting what I want. I earned my bars that way." Every Pack Alpha has its nickname. Harry earned the name "Cold Wolf" from his nearly psychopathic method of obtaining goods. "I hate those names," Victor spits. "What's the point?" Harry laughs before taking a small sip of his drink. "At least you're not Nathan, the Scarred Wolf."

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.

My blood starts boiling. "Hey, Logan," I say with a frown. "What's Up, Nick?" The bastard replies with an arrogant smirk on his face. "That's Alpha Nick to you," I reply with a frown. "You are not Alpha yet, anyway. See you later, beautiful," The moron says and reaches and kisses her on the cheek. What the actual fuck? Since when are they so friendly? A low growl vibrates from my chest, and I see Mariah roll her eyes. Did she just fucking roll her eyes at me?

"Hello?" "Harley, honey, it's your mother. How are you doing, peanut?" I cringe hearing her nickname for me because it reminds me of Hudson since he's the one who started calling me that. "Please, don't call me that. What's up, Mom?" "I'm sorry, Harley. I know it's a sore subject for you. How have you been? Daddy and I are worried about you, ya know." "I'm fine, ma. Don't worry about me. How are you and Daddy holding up?" I ask, pretending to care, when in reality, I couldn't give a shit.

I muttered under my breath as I removed my helmet and took in the sheer number of bikes. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Nicholas asked, brushing a strand of messy dark hair out of his eyes as he removed his own helmet. “I suppose,” I replied. Although if I was being honest, I felt a little out of my element. Before I could protest, Nicholas grabbed my hand and began to lead the way, weaving through the crowd with ease. “Check this out,” he said, stopping beside a vintage Harley. “They only made a limited number of these in the ’50s.”

Long, golden-hair guy was the first to see me. He knew my name just like the rest of the guys at Ethan’s workshop. Maybe it was time for me to get to know them too since it looked like my life was going to involve bimonthly visits to fix up my motorcycle. “Hey guys, it’s Jay the Ghost Rider,” he announced. I waved at him, a little shy. Ghost Rider became my nickname after my third visit to the workshop. Everytime I came, there was something awfully bad about my bike.