Harley Problems Novels & Stories

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.”

Emily squinted, shading her eyes as Rhett walked her down the row, his hand brushing lightly against the cool steel of the closest bike. “Rule number one,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of pride. “Every man here rides a Harley. No imports. No knock-offs. Harleys are the bloodline.” Emily arched a brow. “What happens if someone shows up with, I don’t know… a Honda?” Rhett smirked. “Then we bury it. And maybe him with it.” Her lips twitched. “Seriously?” “Dead serious.” He ran a hand down the tank of his bike, the black paint gleaming in the sun. “This isn’t just about riding. It’s about loyalty. Legacy. Harleys don’t break easy, and neither do we.”

What the fuck is happening and why now! This actually isn’t the first time Harley’s car is acting this way. Truth is, it’s an old model car and it most times has it’s issues. This is the wrongest time for this to happening. I hastily look backwards and there is no reaction from Harley. Or maybe because I haven’t extensively used my werewolf part for a while, my blood isn’t strong enough to heal and turn her into a werewolf.

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.

Harley's forehead is like a piece of paper. "Are you having cold feet? This is your first public appearance after what happened with Damian. I get it if you're not yet comfortable being around such a huge crowd." Harley looked behind her and then she crouched again. "Do you want me to make a reason for you?" "No."

"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