Novel & Cerita Harley Quinn X Deadshot

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

"It wasn't my fault! She's the mother—she told me to do it. She even told me to make sure it was enough. I was afraid two wouldn't work, so I put in a few more. I thought it would just make her sleep longer. I had no idea she would die. I didn't mean to. If you're going to arrest someone, arrest her. It was her idea," Shawn said. Sandra protested, "I just wanted her to go to sleep. I would never hurt my own child." The police led them away in their wedding attire, and it struck me that this might be the most unusual pair of prisoners the police station would ever see. Intentional or not, the evidence was clear. They drugged Queenie and caused her death. Hence, they were sentenced without any

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

"Meghan, you should know by now that promises only count when there's love involved. Meghan, I don't love you anymore." "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" She suddenly fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "This is all my fault… I never deserved you…" Just as I was about to help her up and give her some closure, I caught a flash of metal in the corner of my eye. My heart skipped a beat. I shoved Meghan to the ground and took a quick step to the side. "Julian! I'm going to kill you!" I didn't expect Gerald to come at me wielding a knife.

I direct a side glare to the dolt I have for a driver and he looks away immediately, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the road. The gates to my pack are opened and I look at the insignia. A plant cast in silver. Nightshade. The stuff of legend. Even more potent than silver if administered in the right amount. The Nightshade pack is deadly. I am deadly. Yet a woman escaped my grasp and the grasp of my pack. Quinn Alucard looks at me with wary eyes when we get down from the car but I ignore her. Her and the child in her hands. “Hunterrrr!”

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.

Mason grunted, roughly pushing him forward after giving him a glimmer necklace. Mason yanked open the door, his face dropping," should you really be here?" "Fuck off you old prick," Quinn's unmistakable voice thundered over Mason's. He shoved his way into the house and slammed the door behind him when the wolves scurried out. "You really shouldn't be here Quinn," Harley sighed. He quickly bandaged the wound and spun around right as the lycan approached us. "I don't take orders from little rats like you," Quinn snapped.

Harley calmly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him forward. Then she placed a gun against his head. My scream ripped through the warehouse instantly. “NO!” ”Harley!” Richard screamed. Zane cried harder. “Mommy! “My knees nearly gave out beneath me. “Please…” I sobbed. “Please don’t hurt him…” Harley’s expression never changed. Cold. Emotionless. Then slowly Harley pulled the trigger.

“No… Cardan—” The door burst open. Harley rushed in first, hair messy, eyes puffy like she hadn’t slept at all. Behind her were two guards, both pale and frantic. “Scarlett!” Harley grabbed my shoulders, steadying me. “What’s wrong? You’re safe, you hear me?” I shook my head violently, gripping her wrists with trembling fingers. “Where is he?” My voice broke. “Where’s Cardan? Something happened. I felt it… He's dead!”

"Where are Shelley, Tanya, and Kim? Wait, a minute. Did you kill them too, you backstabbing bitch?" Oh, crap. "No. Shelley was attacked by the dead, and that bitch killed Tanya and Kim when we got here." Andrea found her second wind as she stood, screaming at the top of her lungs and pointing at Casey. "She fucking shot them like dogs!" I glanced back at Casey to see her still ignoring everyone, rocking Mindy. "What the hell?" Danielle spun, examining Casey with shock and rage. "Both y'all shut the fuck up! They were infected. Casey had no choice. I would've done the same thing." Thomas hopped out of the bed of his truck and stalked over to the girls. "Der, get your girl to chill the hell ou