Harley Problems Novels & Stories

I’ve got to get Luna out of my system in the only way I know how—get hammered and hammer some pussy. It takes me nearly forty minutes to get back home, and when I do, Callan and Warrick are nowhere to be found. I take a quick shower, dress in cleanish Levis and a Henley, and head out to hop on my fully restored Harley motorcycle, circa the mid-2020s. She’s a forty-year-old beast of a ride with high-performance capabilities and the loudest, most powerful engine this city has ever seen. If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp.

“Ah—!” Harley was in tremendous pain. She could never understand it. Why would the hick’s girlfriend have the bravery to attack her? Could it be that she thought she could do whatever she wished just because her boyfriend was the Melvises’ grandson? “Hubby, hubby, my finger is broken! My finger is broken! You have to avenge me! I want her arm broken! No, I want all her limbs broken!” cried Harley to Troy. She could have never imagined that things would get to this stage.

This changed everything. “What’s wrong?” Harley asked, her eyes filled with confusion. “Do you… do you know what’s happening to me?” I swallowed, forcing myself to remain calm, but my mind raced with the implications. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. “Sometimes people have strange dreams. Maybe it’s just your imagination, Harley.” “But they feel so real,” she insisted, her voice laced with worry. “And the way I feel in the dream… it’s like this power is building up inside me, like I’m about to burst. I don’t understand it.”

They must have gone back to the academy for something. Harley narrowed his eyes when he saw the cig in between my lips, but he chose not to mention it as he stopped in front of me. “We need your help,” Harley rushed out. “We have a problem.” “Well, spit it out,” I muttered, not in the mood to play guessing games. “Stop being an ass for a second, Zach,” Harley demanded. “This is important. Xaden doesn’t have much longer to live. He needs our help or else he’s going to die soon.”

I am not willing to let that happen" I forged stubbornly. He focused on me in a way that assumed he was striving to comprehend if I am serious. Getting his answer, he shook his head and looked back at me "I don't know man, but to me, it seems a bad idea, especially when you are not going with Harley" I know and understand what he was saying., The witches cannot hurt me. But that doesn't mean I cannot do anything rash to them if they don't give me what I want. Harley was the rational one. I recall how she had handled the problem the last time, I can't be certain that I can do. that...definitely not now that I'm desperate.

Harley didn't take Tom seriously. "Enough talk. Let's fight!" Tom was tired of the banter. He knew he could rescue Miranda as long as he dealt with these people. "Since you're asking for it, I'll grant your wish," Harley said as he waved his hand. Seeing Harley's signal, those pale-faced men in black swarmed forward, instantly surrounding Tom. These members of Three Poisons Hall didn't have fixed weapons, and their techniques varied. Tom gripped a machete tightly, his anger boiling as he couldn't wait to strike.

"I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?” I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was helping Jack with his plans.” Harley comes to have a look at the changes we’ve made and points to my calculations. “You’re an engineer?” “And architect.” “No shit?” Harley puts her helmet down, takes off her gloves and jacket. She catches me watching her and looks away, as if pretending to look around. “Is there something wrong with your bike?” “What? Oh, there’s a leak in the fuel line. I’m going to have to walk it home.” She says like it’s no big deal.

"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."

Harley then turns, and just walks away. Kent moves from laying down to sitting up on his butt. His ears perk, waiting for something. For them to turn and both try to fight me. But it doesn’t happen. They literally both just walk off and disappear into the woods. I should feel relieved. I should be elated really. But I don’t. The Harley problem is one less thing. I’ve only seen his wolf’s face but it still said it all. He’s literally lost everything now and that’s a bad, bad way to be.

Harley said, “He left me no choice, okay? Those three men are threatening me! They know about your secret being the contracted wife of Apollo. I don't want to butt in and ruin your plans. So I left you there. But I never left you outside. I was there the whole time. But I fell asleep so I don't know what happened next. I just awoke when the three men were outside causing too much noise. I didn't know where they went, I just saw them going away from their house.” Harley held both of my arms and rested me on his chest. "I can't believe someone hurt you again. I’m really sorry I wasn’t there.” I hugged him back. Well, after all, I wasn't really only bringing bad luck, huh? I still have friends