Novel & Cerita Harley Pjo

All with crossing lines—except one: Harley’s face. “The last knight on the board. But the only one who can kill the king,” Hideko grinned. — Harley stood silently. His mind drifted, replaying moments with Jonathan spinning in his head like an endless movie. “You’re not a hero. But you once saved me… in your own way,” Harley said softly, with a melancholy tone. “I will finish this. For Edgar. For Jonathan. And… for myself. Too many victims have fallen because of me and all these problems.”

I said, shrugging as I took another large bite of pizza. “That makes sense,” Penny said, nodding. “Harley is very loyal to his friends and Xaden is his best friend.” I was impressed with how much they knew about the three of them already and I felt a bit intimidated. I wanted to know so much more about all three guys, but I knew I couldn’t without stepping on Xaden’s toes. It’s not like I could get close to Harley to learn anything about him. He won’t go anywhere near me because he’s Xaden’s best friend and he’s very loyal to his friends. I admired that about Harley and it got me wondering….

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

I never imagined – even for once in my life – that I would ever see someone literally rip another person’s heart out. I couldn’t even stand watching gory films. Having to see something like that in person felt like far more than I could handle. Pitchy lost no time in shutting his mouth and sparing us the annoying sound of his voice. “Never touch what’s mine. Sofia Claremont is mine. Whoever harms her answers to me. Understood?” Derek growled. Pitchy nodded. “Of course, y-your M-Majesty.”

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.