Harley Quinn Crazy Novels & Stories

I peeled the pillow back just enough to squint at the screen. Harmony: I’ve been waiting forever. tell me everything. Me: nothing happened. we just talked. Harmony: Liar. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Spill. Me: he’s just... weird. Harmony: What kind of weird? Weird ugly or weird hot? Me: weird emotionally repressed forest cryptid. The dots appeared immediately. She was definitely ignoring a lecture right now. Harmony: oh no. Harmony: That’s the worst kind. That’s how you end up living in a cabin and wearing nothing but flannel.

I replied awkwardly. We all waited together for a while. We were avoiding each other's eyes—a pair of awkward teenagers. Gosh, I still have to take responsibility for this situation. I spread one palm of my hand in front of her feet, which were busy dragging the ground. Her attention shifted to me. She stared at me questioningly as I suddenly bombarded her with a sweet smile. "Even though Harley Quinn is brutal and violent, she is still crazy about the Joker. Just like me, I'll give you your fair share of bitchiness and love." I said in a cheerful tone.

"I'm beginning to think that you are a lesbian" "Bella just leave__". "Good morning class". I looked up to see I was interrupted by Harley Worth, remember her? The girl who almost ran me over. She sat on the teacher desk facing us. "Whats Harley Quinn up to?". Bella whispered. I snickered at that name. Harlequin. I don't blame Bella for calling Harley that because its true. Harley Worth is the perfect definition of hot, cool, sexy and crazy. She has outrageously shining glossy blonde which she dyed pink last summer.

She hugged him. I turned to leave as I couldn't bear to see it anymore. The diary huh?! That's where all the problems become. My mind says 1 thing while my heart another.... Thanks to this girl.... something is definitely wrong with me!!!

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.

“Just focus on them. On healing.” Winter looked at him then, truly looked at him. “She wanted you. She did this to get you back.” Zeus’s face darkened. “She’s sick. This wasn’t love—it was obsession. I didn’t know she’d... go this far.” “I almost lost my babies because of your past,” Winter said, not accusing—just stating a wound she was still bleeding from. “I need to know it won’t come back again.” “It won’t,” he said with quiet conviction. “She’s behind bars. And I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

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...