Harley Quinn X Deadshot Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alpha Ryder said and Harriet stood up from the chair, she bowed her head before walking out of the room. “I dressed up for nothing, I will be the next Luna of this park whether he like it or not, should I just kîll Hazel now that I found out she’s not my twin sister?” Harriet asked angrily. “No, I can’t kill her, I don’t wanna stain my hand with blood, but I can make her life miserable” Harriet said with a frown. She brought out her phone and stroll through it, she dialed her father number and pick up immediately.

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

This mad… bloodlust. I had made a deal with the black hole, in partial exchange for my freedom. A deal to toss every rotten human down the abyss of endless, mindless torture. That was the very reason Quinn Parker had to go too. But in her case, things had gone wrong, and she was still alive. Not for long, though. Soon enough, I'd pay her a visit. And that would be the last time. I pulled a long drag on the strain of cannabis between my lips, closing my eyes against the howling wind.

"She thinks... she thinks he wants her. The broken... the freak. He will never want her. He will hunt her. He promised me! The Hunt! She... she will die at the Hunt! I will wear her skin." The rest was cut off by a heavy, wooden thud, like her door was yanked open, and her voice faded as she was presumably dragged into the hall. ​I slid down the wall, my legs giving out again, and landed hard on the floor. My blood had turned to ice. That... that was the real Luna Quinn. Not the grieving, perfect wife. But a raving, murderous, unstable... thing. She will die at the Hunt. I will wear her skin.

Adrenaline pumped through my arms causing the steadiest focus to take down Leonardo but what I saw next was what surprised me the most. Knives pinned Leonardo’s body everywhere including his dick, arms, legs, and chest. There was a single bullet right in between his eyebrow. A talented kill that only a few are capable of and one of those would be the black hunter. As I saw, the whole knife play and the vandalism clearly on the elevator background spray-painted in red, blood red. “Should have known this by now,” Reese smirked, with a hint of a chuckle and at that moment Angelo and Felix came in.

He could tell that she had managed to gather support from other kingpins, which was not a good sign. "I see," he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Well, it seems I have no choice. Harley, take care of them." As soon as he said that, Harley started shooting at them, her bullets ringing out loudly. Rosalie and the others returned fire, a chaotic gunfight breaking out. In the end, it was Harley who managed to get the upper hand. She caught Rosalie off guard, and with one swift shot, took her down, but she didn't die but

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

I see the edge glint again from catching the light. I don’t hesitate, I focus my gaze and I can see the outline around him becoming clear. In that moment he makes his decision and I watch it play out. He’s going to kill Rion. And he’s going to do it any minute now. I feel Jax beside me, I can hear that’s he’s talking but I can’t understand him. I see Jesse start to move and that’s when I scream, “ NO!”

“She’s dead.” Quinn’s eyes widened, and her heart felt like it had stopped beating for a second. “W-What? Larna’s dead? When? H-How…?” “I killed her.” Quinn froze. “Why would you…? Why’d you do that?” “She was in league with your father, she was Jake’s beta’s mate…a spy from their side. She drugged my patrollers the night you were taken so it’d be easier for your father to take you.”

Not much, but in a moment like this, it was more than enough. Harley had originally intended to shoot Wendy dead and pin it on Lesley. If Wendy died, Sharon would never let it go—and that way, he wouldn't have to bear the brunt of retaliation from Lesley's side. His plan had been to let Lesley and Jamie tear each other apart, then swoop in as the final victor. Unfortunately, Wendy had shot Lesley right at the start, taking him out of the fight. And Jamie and Wendy had coordinated their moves, with manpower already in place. Lesley had lost quickly.