Harley Nicknames Novels & Stories

“They’re friends of mine, old allies. They’re known as the Brothers of the West.” Harley raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and intrigue lighting up her eyes. “The Brothers of the West? Sounds like some ancient warriors or something.” I chuckled. “Close enough. They’re powerful wolves, loyal and fierce. They’ve been my friends for as long as I can remember, and they’ve… well, they’ve been waiting to meet you.” She looked at me, her gaze softening. “Waiting for me?” “Yes,” I replied, my heart swelling. “They knew I’d find my mate someday. But I don’t think they ever expected her to be… you.” I glanced at her, my eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. “You’re different, Harle

She can image herself getting down from her own new sports bike, all bad girl style and people parting away giving her way to walk in. Which motorcycle should she buy?? How about a Harley Davidson. She could name it Mozzarella. Or maybe Margarita! "Emma Hart," She could even appoint some girls from her class as her side chicks. "Emma Hart," And they will fall over themselves to do whatever she wants. How cool would that be! Emma sighed dreamily. "Emma Hart" "Present Ma'am," Emma said, raising her hand and loud laughter broke out in the classroom. Emma pulled a stop to her train of thoughts when a fire breathing dragon stood in front of her.

Harley was never the bratty type who was boastful about her parent’s wealth and neither was her late sister Danica. They were pretty much alike, almost like twins and it was almost impossible for anyone to tell them apart due to their same personality and hair color. But one thing did distinguish them and it was that Harley had as an 1Q of 205 which mean she has never failed a class, Danica had good grades too but she had issues in some subjects and she was the one who always attends annual camp trips not Harley and apparently that last one she went for was her last and any other student at the camp.

I knew that this was something I had to do but I just wished it didn't have to go down like this. "Do you know what we should do?" Alya asked suddenly, her voice excited. "What?" "Go have a threesome." I laughed out loud. Dad had given me a Harley, which I had lovingly named Marilyn, as a graduation present. She was the second love of my life and Alya often jokingly called her the Mistress. It soon turned into a fun game of coming up with creative ways to say 'let's go for a ride on Marilyn'. "Didn't think you were that kind of a girl, Alya." I grinned and began walking towards the door.

I watch her all the way until she opens her door and disappears into her room. I open the door to mine and look around the basic room. First thing’s first, shower. Under the hot water I think back on the day, and I can’t help but smile. Seeing Harley surrounded by her family showed me a side of her I’d never seen before, a side I’d like to see more of. She and her father seem to talk a language of their own, and I found out it was him who got to name her; Harley, after Harley Davidson Motorcycles.

I look at him in disbelief, then at Elliot, who is grinning from ear to ear. "I do not doubt that" Elliot mutters. "Oh, your guard dog asked me to give you this" he says while waving a bag with a clothing store slogan. "Security dog?" I ask amusedly. Harley, it's obvious he's talking about Harley. "Yes, it's an affectionate nickname for Harley" he replies. He comes closer to us to hand the bag into Aaron's hands, who takes it and leaves it on the couch next to the bed, where he sits down.

Tanner set his burger down on the polystyrene tray and leant forward, his attention fixed on me. "I pretended like I didn't recognize the girl in the photo," I replied only to continue when Tanner shot me a questioning look. "Jay and I have spent years making sure my identity is kept secret. Who knows what will happen if I reveal who I am. I mean, it's great to know what my name used to be - but I'm not April anymore. I'm Harley, and that's all I want to be."

We sat in silence as Raina continued the conversation with Lela. “Harlow and Harley are the same name, essentially. If that is the same wolf, why would she be all the way out here?” I thought aloud. This was confusing. While the names were definitely similar, if she was this far from her pack, and an omega for another pack, something was off.

I think’ forever' but I don’t say it. Goof laughs “ You have it bad, brother.” Tank squeezed my hand and said low enough for only me to hear “ Yes, I do.” Before I can come up with a response the door opens. I am grateful for the interruption. Not only because I want to take Harley home. But seriously, how could I respond to that? What should I say? Thank you? No, that's not right. It is sweet but I didn’t want to say that in front of Goof. I wanted to kiss him senseless but that was for when we were alone. I feel Harley nudger me with his nose. I scratch him between his ears “ Hi, Harley. Are you ready to go to your new home?” He barks. “ Goof, could you come here?” I feel Goof come beside

Nicholas~ I answered with intended skepticism. "Kyle Steel, it's been longer than a while. What can I do for you?" "Nicholas, I know my father contacted you about hunting Harley, and I believe there are a few things that you should know before helping him." I'd always liked Kyle because he gets straight to the damn point, a man after my heart. "Ok, Kyle, you have my attention." Kyle cleared his throat. "Harley isn't just a Lycan werewolf....."