Harley Problems Novels & Stories

If even ONE of our stories isn't consistent with the rest, It could bring issues to the club and right now, we don't need that kind of heat on us. I couldn't help but steal a look over at the apartment windows, but Harley's curtains were pulled closed. I had told her things last night about her mother that weren't true, but I couldn't tell her the truth, could I? Especially after what happened last night... or rather... Almost happened. FUCK!!! 'Everything alright, brother?' I nodded. 'Yeah. it's fine'. 'Something on your mind?' I looked over at Harry and shook my head. 'Nah, nothing man, come on'.

“But I had heard that you went into hiding?” Nodding, I continued. After the proposition, Harley and I left. It was not safe there for us so we started out, trying to get to the Red Wolf Compound. We had been running for about a year when it became clear that we needed help. Harley met a witch who offered to help us. She gave us something that was supposed to hide our wolves. The idea was that we would hide them for long enough to get the compound and then take the antidote. Unfortunately, Harley ended up taken to another pack. Since they couldn’t sense her wolf, they thought she was human and forced her to be an omega. I found my way to my grandparents house, but lost the antidote along the

"Fucking bitch." Harley muttered as she walked towards Rob’s desk. She placed her bag on his desk. "What's wrong, Harley? You look angry." Rob said, standing on his feet. "That's because I am angry, Rob. I can't believe my brother is actually getting married to that thing." Harley said, heaving a sigh and looking away as she placed her hand on her hip. "Oh," Rob said, widening his eyes a little but curiously. "You don't like her for your brother?" He asked.

However, just as I was about to do it, Harley, who was behind me, pressed tightly against me again. "Cathy, let me hug you once more. I'm feeling so uncomfortable. Cathy, I like you. I've always liked you. Can't you feel it? I know I'm not a match for Blake, but I love you! Can't you consider me?" I was hugged by Harley from behind. I was so anxious that I did not feel the instinctive fear. Harley didn't mean to hurt me. He was drugged and couldn't control himself. The most important thing now was to detoxify Harley.

Harley replied instantly, “You don't expect me to be willing to share you with another person. I am not that selfless, Diana. I thought I could endure it, I thought I could ignore it, but as days went by, I realized that I had thought too highly of myself.” “So, I thought if the pack was attacked and several people died, then the people would start questioning his rule, and soon, he would have to step down. But I miscalculated. I never expected that he was already waiting for that move. Ten skilled warriors from my pack died due to the attack; it was a massive loss.” Speaking up to this point, Harley lowered her head and fell silent. “How about telling your people to give you one last chance

"Claire? Tell me he's not gonna die. He's not gonna die, right?" I nodded, still crying. He turned to Harley also "You believe he's not gonna die too, right?" Harley sighed worriedly, hesitant to give a positive response. She's usually strong in situations like this with her head filled with different realistic questions to solve the problem, while Harry surprisingly doesn't act like the stoic Harry we all know. He's usually like a scared baby, getting comforts from positive response and possible solutions and then Henry gets apprehensive. "Well, let's start from the medical fees, where are we gonna get the huge amount of money needed for his care?" Harley threw the question we were all afr

BELLA “You could’ve told him to shove that empty file up his fat ass,” Harley said, gulping her fifth tequila shot. If I hadn’t known her better, I would've been surprised. Harley’s limit, which an average person called drunk, was only getting started, whereas I was on my fourth and my head was already hulking with the beats. “I seriously don’t want to talk about it on my night off. God forbid, we don’t get many of these.”

Dad says as we pull into Walker's Wheels. "Okay, I'm gonna go see Harley." "I'll be in to get you in a few minutes." Walking up to the office, I see someone standing in front of the desk. Going in, I see that Harley's upset and irritated. "They said it was going to be five hundred dollars," the guy leans in toward her. I've seen men like him before, hoping to intimidate women because they're bigger. "They said that," Harley takes a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. "Before they realized you also had a broken head gasket. Which is why it's more than your quoted price."

he finally asked. “Nope.” I sighed. “Not yet an option.” Harley hissed. “So you might?” I heard a few footsteps and he must be by the table right now. “Just fair warning, I’ll come with you this time whether you like it or not. Well, if you can escape Jacob the second time.” My eyes are squinting as I watched him shrugged like he was taking it seriously. Sighing, I just went back to chopping vegetables this time. “I know there’s a problem, I can feel it.” Harley said in a more sincere tone. “But running away is not always the answer.”

Not defeat. Tension. Listening. Like a radio operator searching static for a buried signal. “You still feel it,” I say quietly. He doesn’t look at me. “Yeah.” “How?” “Because it hurts wrong.” That is the most Harley answer possible. Just crude phrasing, but the absolute truth. Gavin lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t… don’t build hope on pain.” “I’m not,” Harley replies. “I’m building certainty on resistance.” I file that away. Not emotionally, but strategically.