Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

he said as he raised one brow and leaned forward, “unlike those guys, I do use the weird shortened version of their names. I would like to call them using the normal ones: Castile, Raphael, Orlando, William, and Nathaniel.” My eyes narrowed to slits. “I am sure I heard you mentioning Cas and Liam before.” “Okay, maybe I did but not to the other three. It feels weird saying Owl, Raph, and Niel. What kind of names are those?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Especially Niel and Owl. I still do not get it no matter how I tried. Why did he not use Nate instead? I would not mind calling him Nate.” “I like Niel.” I gave my shoulder a small shrug. “It sounds more original and less GG.”

"In the end, he just burnt the wings on my skin with a hot brass, marking his burning hope on my body." Harley hates the nickname. His nightmares were full of the sound of that name being repeated to him over and over again as he suffered through the worst times of his life. The mere word causes him shivers and makes his skin crawl disgustingly. “Why did you stop trying, seeing how close you-” Althea leaves the words to the air. “It only brought me more punishments, complicating everything. If the Cartels hate something more than being disobeyed is their toys deciding for themselves.”

“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,

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He chuckled lightly. "My name is Brad, I stay on the same floor I got into. A third year major in Engineering." He said proudly. Harley wasn't sure if she should tell him her name. He had already known way too much that he should and she didn't like it. "So what's your name stranger?" He said playfully. "Harley." she said quietly. "Harley." Brad repeated almost to hear how it sounded from his lips. The doors finally opened and Harley couldn't be more happier, she stepped out quickly not bothering to check if he was coming or not.

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.

Though I just have no idea what that would look like. “I’d say an eye for an eye, but you took my entire fucking world. Dakota only took some weak fuck that was arrogant enough to walk into the lion’s den. Who matters to you most Micah? That scrawny fuck Atlas over there who looks about ready to piss his pants? Is he your namesake,” Harley taunts, as he raises his finger and points. My wolf and I both growl as we size up the piece of shit who wanted to lay claim on our mate.

I began, my voice barely a whisper, "I was thinking... 'Hero' is, you know, a bit... grand." I looked down at my hands, twisting them in my lap. It felt silly to be so nervous. "I was thinking... maybe something simpler. Maybe just... 'H'?” My inner wolf let out a dramatic sigh. 'H'? Really, Zara? 'H'? That's the best you've got? We could have gone with 'Sparky ted', or 'Golden hottie', or even 'Sunshine'! 'H' sounds like a letter grade, not a nickname. What are we, in some old-fashioned novel?'

He lifts Stellan’s weight with one arm and throws him over his shoulder. Damn. Stellan isn’t a small man and Steel lifted him like he weighed nothing. “How about you? Do you have a nickname?” Steel asks Yorick. “Shakespeare,” he says. Both Raptor and Steel grunt. “Too close to your real name,” Raptor says. “And not deadly enough if you decide to work for the Council. What do you think?” Steel asks Raptor. Raptor looks at Yorick. “With a punch like that, I'd say Strike or Striker.”