Harley Quinn Crazy Novels & Stories

He quickly let go of Dahlia and she didn't bother to get her books before running away tearfully. "Who the f*ck!" Ricardo rubbed his head, turning back to see Ixora, his junior sis. She's a first year student, English major. Ricardo might be a s*x god and a jerk but Ixora is different completely. She's crazy and strict. "Are you insane?" He snapped, still rubbing his head. "Has it come to forcing girls to f*ck?, That's s*xual harassment you perverted hegoat!" She shouted angrily.

He said reaching for his gun and pointing it at her. She cautioned herself and bowed her head in shame. “Now, we just did the first thing I want. The next thing is to bring Kimberly to me.” He said and her eyes widened in shock. “What?” she asked. “Yes. And I don’t care how you are going to do that. I still want her because I will always want her. So the only thing that can stop me from not blowing your head off is bringing her to me. “ he said and tears rolled down Racheal's eyes.

Cassandra stood up, taking one last sip of her martini. "Hazel Quinn thinks she’s won everything—the family, the legacy, the man she wants. I’m going to teach her a lesson that in our world, victory is fragile. And those who fall from the top break into a million pieces." She walked out of the club, her stride once again confident and proud. The pain and destruction from the night before had turned into fuel. Her grudge had crystallized into a cruel, detailed plan.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

"I said you are dismissed, now, “ I yelled further, and he turned to leave, grumbling. I didn't bother to ask him why he was grumbling because if he was man enough, he would have said those things he was grumbling about in my face. Soon, the door banged shut, and my quick guess was that he was gone, and I was alone in my room. “Nikky is going to drive me crazy," I said to myself, sitting on my dressing table. “Really? How's that?" I heard Harley ask. I didn't realize she entered when my guard left. She acts like a witch because she has the blood of a witch. “That little wreck is going to ruin our plans, if we don't get her out of the way," I said to Harley, still deep in thought. I never for

she paused when she finally got the hint. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly dropped the mug on the table, ”Are you telling me right now that Henry is alive?” she got up slowly “Yes, and I know where to find him” ********************** Harley was out of the house, she was taking a quick run with her headphones plugged in. If the supernatural aspect of her life was removed then she would be this normal teenager who has a high IQ, has good grades, hopes to get into a good college and enjoys music pretty much that anyone out there.

"What if he could never make another sound again? When he grows up, will he hate the useless mother who failed to protect him?" "Harley!" Cynthia's roar cracked through the air like thunder. "You're a brave boy. Don't cry!" Harley choked on a sob. Tears welled in his red-rimmed eyes, but he bit down on his lip and didn't make another sound. The wind whipped grit against Cynthia's face. Her gaze locked onto Jacqueline's twisted smile. "What do you want from me?" she demanded. "Kneel," Jacqueline said, pressing the tip of the knife into Harley's throat. "Beg like a dog."

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

As I stepped around it, examining the tree, I felt Juliana place her hand on my shoulder as if to help me contain my surprise. I had never seen anything like it. In the trunk of the tree was Harley, one of the women who had been set to patrol the area before the attack. Her face was half covered by bark, her wooden eyes, colorless yet widened with horror. I placed my hand under her nose, but couldn’t feel any air. That made at least two powerful witches working with Cain, and I didn’t like it. “I can’t help her. I can’t change her back.” Juliana said softly, and the leaves on the tree shook slightly as if the wind had just rustled them, but I had the feeling it was Harley expressing her diss

She had her blonde hair packed up in two and had on a purple crop shirt with a crazy looking pant, my mouth fell agape staring at her and I could see Laila with the same reaction on her face. “Hi, I wanna see Damian Rogan” she said as she smiled sheepishly towards us both, we both stood still staring at her like we had seen a character from a horror movie. “Harley Quinn!!” That was all I could say underneath my breath “Yeah” she said, now looking from me to Laila. “Ohhh” Laila managed to voice out, “Do you have any appointment with him?” “Nah, tell him the bartender he slept over at her place some while ago, he's gonna know”