Harley Quinn Crazy Novels & Stories

Why am I treating her soo special? "Armaan. I don't know about you but to me it sounds like a lame excuse of yours to keep her by your side." "That's not true!" I almost yelled. 'Damn! Why is everyone insisting on that?' "Ok..ok.. sorry. But seriously Armaan, are you sure your not falling for her." She asked. Her question, even though it felt ridiculous at first, made me think on it. Am I really falling for that Crazy Fan Girl?

She annoys me sometimes. Then tell her he is the handsome jerk you have crush on.....my Subconscious scolded I shake my head as if to come out of a trance. "Laila if you're done, you can come join me in looking for abby" I gritted out and left . Annoying set of human being . *** Comment - vote. -share❤💋

Crazy! This is indeed crazy and very unhealthy for Edna's feeling that has been empty for a long time without a man's touch. Since Zyan died, and her status changed to single parent, she never thought about playing with various men like she used to. Her goal at that time to be a wild woman was to pay back her pain to Acelon. And after all her plans were carried out, she no longer wanted to live like that. It's too risky to run a wild life. Even she couldn't imagine what it would be like if Elyseen really wasn't her Son with Acelon, it was really scary. Even though Acelon is not a good man who only touches one woman, but at least from the beginning to this second her body has only been touche

“Honey, are you sure? Well, it's completely normal for adults to have misunderstandings every once in a while. It has nothing to do with Uncle Wyatt being hospitalized. Hope you know that?” “I don't know what to believe in anymore, Aunt Lana. What if he doesn't get better? What if the doctor tells Mummy he's gone to heaven?” How could I answer the question, when I wasn't sure of the outcome myself? When I was losing hope in everything? How could I answer the question well enough so he'll feel better? I hated the feud the more. Hated how it'd dragged this little boy, dragged this innocent soul into it's chaos.

She placed the tray of food on a chair before bidding farewell and leaving. "Fuck!" Zeus cursed. She couldn't hide from him the slight mistiness in her eyes before she turned away. Zeus thought that he might have gone too far in tormenting her. But he couldn't do anything. He was irritated with Winter. He was seething with anger because she was the reason why his ex-fiancée, Mary, was in the mental hospital right now. He didn't arrive in time to rescue her from his asshole of a husband.

) Vampire was unamused voice responded as if she knew that Mad wouldn’t be happy about it. Mad clicked his tongue, “who the fuck let my cute little sisters alone without supervision?” He could hear the under voice, ‘ugh, I know it will be like this.’ (They are under my supervision. Focus, Mad.) Crazy answered in his annoyed voice. It was his everyday voice, by the way. “Ah, okay.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. “Anyway, the passage is fairly complicated. Please hold their hands.” (... okay.) Crazy was a bit fiddly about it.

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

"Have you lost your mind? Sitting here in the dark trying to scare people?" The authoritative tone he used with junior healers grated on my nerves. My wolf whimpered at the stranger our mate had become. Even at this late hour, Liam's appearance was impeccable. Not a hair out of place, his healer's uniform crisp and neat. The silver emblem of Thornpack's healing center gleamed on his chest like a mockery of everything he was supposed to represent. It was clear how important that mother and daughter were to him—important enough to drug his own mate and steal our daughter's inhibitor. Important enough to dress up and stay late at the healing center, while our own daughter...

"You think she knows you, Johnny? You think she's ready for all the ugly parts you hide?" His vision swam, the room tilting precariously on its axis. He gripped the back of a rickety chair to steady himself, the rough wood digging into hispalm, ground-ing him, anchoring him to something solid in the swirling vortex of his guilt. "Leave her out of this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, a barely con-trolled snarl. Layla's laughter sliced through the dim room, a sharp, brittle sound that made his skin crawl, raising goosebumps on his arms. "Baby, she's already in it.You made damn

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?