Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

I crossed my arms, watching as she used the rearview mirror to fix her hair. " Never, but I'm sure I could if I tried," she admitted, taking off her jacket before handing it back to me. " You won't try it with my Harley," I smile, putting it on and walking through the town streets. " You're a real spoilsport, Davis. After your little exhibition I'll probably get my old high school nickname back, so at the very least you should thank me and teach me how to ride," she insisted. " What nickname?” " Basically, I was the bitch," she explained naturally.

Harlow I climbed behind Cyrus on his bike and caught sight of the MC insignia on the back of his leather vest. It said "Bone Hills Howlers" around the figure of a wolf howling in front of a full moon. "I like your vest," I said. "It's called a cut," he replied as he revved the engine. "Helmet," he reminded me. "Safety first," I joked as I slid his helmet on. I leaned forward and grasped onto either side of his firm torso with my hands, breathing in a mixture of scents. Cologne and engine oil. Oddly comforting.

Cyra calls as Yorick takes Cyrus and puts him in the car seat. “You too! Tell Alpha Warren and Luna Murmur I said hi,” she says, making all of us laugh. “That really is a good name for her,” I say, opening the passenger door for her. “Zach’s actually pretty good with nicknames. All of us got ours from him, although Raptor and Steel changed Yorick’s from Shakespeare to Striker because he took Stellan down with one punch.” “I heard about that. I believe Stellan made the mistake of calling Cyra a whore.”

"Seriously though, this is the best car in town. Give me the keys; I'll be drinking tonight." I tossed the keys at him with a scowl. Harley caught the keys, chuckling as he did so. "Don't worry, I won't dent your baby. I just want to give Harvey a run for his money when it comes to driving skills." "Harvey, huh? Where's he tonight?" I asked, adjusting my jacket. "He's probably drowning in work, like usual. You know, he's the workaholic of the twins." "Yeah, well, you're the life of the party."

" How old are you?" " I am twenty three.", Officer Duke replied. "What do you do for fun?" Ella asked. " I ride my motorcycle on my days off. I have a black Harley Davidson and I joined the cycling club called the Harley Quinns." Officer Duke explained. "The Harley Quinns? They sounds so girlish." Ella chuckled. "Exactly. It's a bunch of woman in their late forties that drove around the beach road." Officer Duke laughed. " So you join a bunch of grannies." Ella laughed ." That's hilarious."

“Good luck with that. Even if you found her it wouldn’t work out.” “And why’s that?” Rick asked. “Harley.” Rick didn’t deny that what I was saying was true. He’d always had a bit of a thing for the sexy host of The Streets, though the same could be said for every man with eyes. Harriott Cross. She’d shortened her name to Harley when she moved into the underground racing scene on account of her thinking ‘Harriott’ was too bratty of a name. She recreated her whole identity and came out the other side a red headed vixen with a chip on her shoulder that might have been bigger than Rick’s.

Ricardo retorted, Rosalie walked Into the Mafia King arrival hall, and she saw Harley, sitting down on the bench waiting for whatever coming her way, Rosalie walked closer to her and she asked, baby girl, what's your name?“ Harley Davidson” Harley said while tears dripping down from her eyes, “Harley, darling," he purred as she entered the room, "come with me,” Rosalie said, “Just let me be, I don't want to talk to anybody,” Harley said, “Baby girl, I don't want to rough handle you, please, stand up and come with me” Rosalie explained,

It is my only superpower. “It means nothing, huh?” He draws out the words, speaking slowly, but it is downright menacing. “Yeah, nothing.” “Is that why you pulled up your skirt and hopped on the back of a bike with a kid? Because it means nothing?” “Chris is not a kid, okay? And he can drive that Harley like nobody’s business. That is what it is called, by the way, a Harley, not some normal bike.” “And why did you get on that not-some-normal bike?”

Axel says. “ Fair enough. I know MC’s have road names for their people. But you lasses seem to have some yourselves. I have never seen that before.” “ And you are curious how we got them?” Lilly asks. “ Aye.” Finn says. I have to admit I have been curious about that myself and if anyone is allowed to use the nicknames. “ Not a problem.” Trina Thor’s old lady says. Then she tells us that her nickname is Swift because several years back a prospect had gotten handsy with her and she gave him a swift kick to the balls. Of course she edited it for the kids listening. When she was done explaining I was laughing.