Harley Problems Novels & Stories

Everything I had been holding in since yesterday just… spilled out. “It’s Richard,” I managed between sniffs “And his mother, and that woman, Sophia—” “Shhh” Harley cooed. “Okay, slow down,” she said gently, guiding me to the couch. “Start from the beginning.” So I did. I told her everything. The fight. The silence. Everything By the time I was done, my throat hurt, and my head was pounding. Harley sat beside me, quiet for a moment. Then she sighed. “That woman is a problem,” she said bluntly.

Harley The bike revved loudly as Jay pulled on the accelerator, waiting for the inevitable backfire. "Yep, your carburetor is fucked. Gonna have to replace it and tune the motor a bit," Jay told the middle aged man in a fancy leather jacket who wrung his hands nervously, looking as if he were waiting for a doctor to tell him the prognosis of a loved one. "How long will it take," the man asked, running his hand over his balding head. "The boys and I have a road trip planned for the weekend."

The young man hadn’t strayed far from Harley since that incident. “Your father is strong,” Jonathan said quietly, placing a hand on Harley's shoulder from behind. “But the doctors say... the trauma has triggered his old heart disease. We have to be prepared for the worst.” Harley didn't respond. He just gazed at Mr. Lee, who was asleep, his heart aching as if it had been shot that day. Jonathan took a deep breath, then looked straight at Harley. “Listen... I know this isn't the right time, but I can't keep this to myself anymore.”

" Maya's face was all sweaty, her legs trembling and her whole body shaking while her mind was blank. She was wondering what and who could've abducted her son and why? What she didn't know was that Harley was wise enough to make his own decisions without consulting anyone. It wasn't like that actually... Harley was a good boy who'd seek permission from his mother whenever he would want to play from the backyard but this time he couldn't since the matter was serious and risky. He knew his mother would never allow him to leave home. And not only that... He simply had no way he'd explain things to his mother and most importantly he didn't want to make fake promises to her. That's why he had to

“I came to speak to Moon. You can set an appointment with me if you wish to discuss your feelings, Harley. I have a few open timeslots tomorrow. I know you have a lot of serious issues that need to be addressed. It will save me the headache of going to Fury or Justice to make you come see me.” Harley’s chest pressed against Moon’s upper arm and he gripped the wood frame tighter to prevent his friend from reaching the shrink. Moon shot Harley a warning look that he hoped conveyed that he needed to remain calm. Kregkor had a habit of infuriating Species with his belief that all of them were desperately in need of his help. As much as the shrink might deserve to be knocked on his ass, they were

"There is no one to help me deal with these demons now. I have only myself. But how can I help myself when the memories are back stronger, stopping me from being strong enough to face them? I am scared of thunderbolts, Antonio. I am scared. I am scared of what the future holds. I am scared I can never be independent of these fears. I am scared I can never be strong enough to face them either. I am scared I can never be happy again." Silence creeps in and an unconscious tear rolls down my eyes. Harley is talking about me and my fears, not about herself. Her words are giving me positive thinking that I am not the worst of all. She has been through a lot and yet, she is still standing strong. M

Marietta entered and saw him looking uneasy, his hair rough and his eyes swollen as if he had been crying, but he only just left the rest downstairs less than five minutes ago. “Harley, as you okay?” “I don't know, I just feel uneasy since the Laufey pack retreated, I feel like something bad is going to happen to you and them and I might not be able to stop it from happening. I can't, I don't know what to do.” Harley said, in one breath.

This stupid fucking alternator on this fucking Harley was kicking my fucking ass. Nothing pissed me off more than a bolt that refused to loosen. For the last five minutes, I have been struggling with trying multiple different ways to unscrew this fucking thing. If my brother would get the air compressor fixed, this wouldn’t be an issue. “Hello? Is anyone there?” A deep voice called from the office area. Throwing down the wrench harder than I needed to, I grabbed a rag and headed to the front.

He figured why shouldn’t he just take it for a spin and find out if it really still works like it used to when he wasn’t confined to live amongst bushes and squirrels. Harley was being silent and moody, preferably annoyed during the drive and Roman noticed. He took a quick glance at her and exhaled deeply, he already knew what the problem was anyways and he had been trying for hours to explain Women just be too complicated most times. “Do you seriously think that I know her? Uh Harley?” Roman asked, Harley rested her head by the edge of the window and kept staring outside as the wind blew her hair softly “Harley, Come on….at least respond, you’re literally sitting beside me so you can’t say

offered Mike, "but I haven't had a bike in several years, and never that big." "That's my third." Paul replied. "I owned a Harley 1200 Sportster, and before that a Honda 750. I loved being a part of the Harley mystic, but they're several thousand dollars more than their equivalent in any other brand. And Honda and Yamaha have a dealership in nearly every sizable city, so it's easier and cheaper to get them serviced. The dealership here carries both brands. I'm thinking of trading the 1300 in on a Yamaha 1900 Raider." "Whoa," responded Mike, "that's a big bike."