Harley Quinn Fan Art Novels & Stories

"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.

Mortals were such small, fleeting creatures—and they lived such enormous lives through what they chose to love. A young man raised a shot to his lips and downed it at the bar, apparently uninterested. My eyes caught a shape tattooed darkly just above his right elbow. Even upside down, I recognized the design: a thick-sided triangle with a laurel wreath emblazoned within it. It was a fan tattoo, but not any fan tattoo. My stomach sank in disgust, souring the moment. The tattoo represented the followers of another fae musician performing as publicly through the mortal world: Sy.

Harley, her half-sister, clung to Alaric's arm, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light as she pretended to plead for Elona. "Please, Alaric, don't be too hard on her. She's just a child," Harley cooed, her voice dripping with insincerity. Alaric's face twisted in disgust as he shoved Elona away. "Disappear from Kings City before I destroy you," he snarled. "I'm sparing your life for Harley's sake."

Vixen says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Vixen. With a smile, Vixen kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Leah, Kai, me, and Vixen and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.

His statement was enough to vanquish the mood. "Yeah, uh… so thing is," Quinn nervously fidgeted. "Cinder worked for the council." Harley instantly scurried towards me and I stood tall. The smaller man hid behind me, small hands gripping what was left of a dirt and blood caked shirt. "She what?" I was in absolute disbelief that this had somehow slipped past Alpha Ryder. Lycans vetted their mates extensively.

The whole idea seemed futile but no other way than to make themselves appear prepared. On their way, Allie spotted a large painting of a Hellhound standing in the middle of a misty, darkened forest, its eyes glowing and taking the attention away from everything else that had been expertly drawn on the canvas. The omega tilted her head at the artwork, admiring it for a while.

"Great. Just great" "Aren't you taking Harry and Diane's picture?" Ryan asked Harley to remind her, also to take her out of the sour mood she's still in. Harley smiled, quickly shaking off the bad spirit. "I'm taking them" She said, pulling out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans. She tapped on it. "Okayyyy....pose for the camera" She sang, her phone afront us. I rolled my eyes and she lowered the camera. "Harry!" She glared at me and I sighed.

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Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same motion, he flipped open his zippo to light up. It had been a bit since he had had one, so that first drag had him beyond relieved.

Apart from saving her a seat at the Vixen’s Dragons; Harley’s Cheerleaders crew, that could tell her that I’m an ally. Harley on the hand is becoming more closer to me. Isn’t the enemy of your friend suppose to be your enemy, I suppose not cos Harley is kinda now my friend and I don’t see the bad that everyone sees in her; I see a different girl entirely. She’s actually very nice and caring, just that nobody than few people around her knows that.