Harley Quinn Fan Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For the remainder of the class, Hailey adds finishing touches to her painting quietly and I added my watermark to mine. I didn't paint a trash can full of succulents as I'd been thinking of doing. Instead, I went with a rather dark Gothic theme, of a bloodthirsty, vampire with blood dripping down its fangs, with a dark desert-like background and shrivelled broken cacti strewn on the ground. Those cacti were rather inspiring after all. While Hailey had done her take on Van Gough's Starry Night over a desert of distorted looking cacti which was pretty cool. Char walked around and inspected the pieces over our shoulders and I heard her squeal slightly every time she came across a painting she l

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.

The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table. Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red. “Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and looking me over. “You look hot as hell tonight, girl. You come straight from work?” I put my helmet down on the table and nodded. “You know it. Need some help?”

Harley seemed to heave in relief before she started speaking, “I know what I did was wrong, and spies are normally killed. But because of Diana's previous contributions to the pack and for the sake of the information I am about to give, I plead for you to let us go, and we will never appear in the Moonshine pack again.” Just as I was about to scoff at her rejection, she added another statement that made me pause. With gritted teeth, Harley said, “I am willing to take the severing powder as well.” Hearing that, not just me, but everybody else in the hall was pushed into a state of extreme shock.

She wondered as she typed a response to the latest email. “Hey, this is…” Rhett had begun flipping through her art book and found the pictures of the Triquetra. He turned it and grinned. “A really nice c-ck shot. Looks just like Heath’s c-ck in real life. Beautiful!” He chef-kissed his fingers. “Ha,” she flicked him a look out of the corner of her eye. “If you turn over a couple of pages, you’ll see the the next releases of my comic in pencil, ready for inking. You know how to do that, from school, you remember?”

Cyrus, with a newfound confidence in his artistic talent, showcased his latest creations, each stroke of his brush exuding his unique perspective. "Look, Luna, this is my latest painting," he said, holding up a canvas adorned with abstract swirls of vibrant hues. "I wanted to capture the essence of freedom and expression. It's a reflection of my journey to self-discovery." Harlan, my twin brother, spoke about the time he had gone missing, describing his harrowing experience of being kidnapped and his subsequent escape, thanks to Xavier's intervention. "It was terrifying, Luna," Harlan confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "But Xavier, he saved me. He risked his own safety to ensure my fre

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

He wasn’t sure since he had never experienced it. “Love,” Harley repeated. “I can’t think of any other reason she’d face off against you when you were feral. Hell, you scared me and I’m not a weak little human.” Moon frowned, distracted. His finger probed the spot again. The small lump moved against his bone, actually hurting. “What is this?” “There’s something under my skin.” Harley looked down. “Is that where you were shot?” “Yes.” “It was a dart, not a bullet.”

I roll out and shake my head at the force of her heal hitting the mat. "Don't hold back just because I'm a woman, I won't hesitate to end this fight the moment I can. Your queens are warriors and women, no one will hesitate to end them when they fight," Rayna taunts, Harley presses forward not liking what he is hearing from Rayna. “I hope you know what you’re doing taunting a lycan,” I chuckle, knowing if she gets him angry enough he will force the shift and try to tear her up.

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.