Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

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?'

“There’s no point in hiding it Harley. I have accepted my role in the Northern Province” “Sooner or later, I will find out about it” she threatened. “His name is Mills of the powerful Mills clan” Harley started. Amanda felt the air around her became thinner. How could it be? Why is it them again? When she thought she has successfully dismissed them, another link would bind them together. She was not able to hear the rest of Harley’s explanation properly. “He has a tattoo in his lower abdomen. It was Jack of diamonds” “That’s why I named the baby Jackson. Because he is a son of Jack” Harley explained further.

“No.” Harley gets up and helps Jack to his feet. Jack could feel a pair of eyes staring at him from above. He looked up. A person ducks down. Jack couldn't see who it was. They ran back inside the door and slammed it. Then her friend came down the stairs. Harley turned to face Jack. “So, you're the new guy?” “Yes, my name is Jack Napier.” He said with a smile. “My name is Harleen Quinn but my friends call me Harley”

"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.”

"Have a seat... feel comfortable." Harley nodded even though her legs wobbled. "Thank you, alpha." Nickolas nodded as he poured himself a glass and sat down. "Go on." "My name is Harley, and I work for Hoover's. I would like to report something about them... I couldn't let it sit in me without speaking up." Harley began. Nickolas's eyebrows twitched... he didn't understand what was going on, but if he did, he knew that Sam was a hoover. He adjusted the chair. "Alright, speak up."

I think out loud and the women all look at me like I’ve grown three heads and horns. “Usually the members give them their names. For example, Mav got his road name as Outlaw because he didn’t give a fuck for the law and was a nomad for a few years. Harry, my brother, got his name Wild Child because he is just that a Wild Child. Hound, well he got his because he was like a dog in heat.” Harmony says and I hum nodding my head. “How did Lucky get his?” I ask and Harmony smiles at me.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six and I’ll be on my bike. You do like motorcycles?” “Yes, my father used to have a 2001 Kawasaki.” “Well, I have a 2000 Road King Harley Davidson.” As I looked up to see that my friend Nicolas walking into the room. He always needed to dress like a preppy boy, but people shouldn’t let that fool them because he can get as wild as I can, he just likes to dress to mislead other about him. “Ariana, this is the Alpha of the pack and his name is Nicolas, and Alpha Nicolas this is Ariana who is going to be my date at our party.”

"So these are yers? That's pretty cool. Does your job have an oven like this?" "We have a makeshift one with a UV lighting system we put together ourselves. It does the job nicely, but when we have a special project that we absolutely can't fuck up, we bring it here," Tony said as he motioned to the floor. "And yes, these are the panels to my '93 Harley Ironhead Sportster. Her name's Harley. She got a bit scuffed up when I backed up into a damn Honda. That's ok, though. I've been itchin' for a reason to do a redesign."