Harley Quinn X Joker 소설 & 이야기

It was a cruel twist of fate, especially given the deep bond they once shared. Inside, Harley was restless. His fragmented memories and persistent desire to find Lola gnawed at him. He made his way towards the exit, determined to leave and seek her out. But as he approached the edge of the pack’s territory, Zack intercepted him. "Harley, you can’t go," Zack said firmly, blocking his path. Harley glared at him, frustration evident in his eyes. "Why not, Zack? Lola is out there. She’s my mate." Zack sighed, placing a hand on Harley’s shoulder. "No, Harley. Lola is our enemy now. She ambushed our pack, killed many of our members, and caused unimaginable destruction. You can’t trust her."

"You plan on taking care of her?" My chest almost hollows as if it's been punched. Like he thinks my feelings for her are dependent on if she carries my kid or not. The fuck? "If I didn't respect you so much, I'd lay you out where you stand. Pres or not." His smile catches me off-guard and I realize this was some sort of test. At least it looks like I've passed it. "That's what I needed to hear and I think you know it. I worried about Justice after she got kidnapped, but I think I've worried more about Harley. She blamed herself. No matter what we did in the months and years after it happened, Harley seemed to be trying to fix what was broken for her sister. It's high time she decides to fix

I looked and saw Harley sitting on the roof of the house with a sandwich on his hand. “You’re fast.” I smirked. “Nah, I’ve been watching you for half an hour right behind that huge oak.” So Jacob has called for him, huh. Yeah, why do I always forgot that this luna-guard is always around. I shrugged and watched the house. There’s no movement inside but I know Lucianna can hear us already. “There’s something I need to talk with Lucianna, Gamma.” A loud thud echoed when Harley jumped off from the roof and landed on the ground. He’s right in front of me now.

She was already fumbling with fear and now, worry wrapped on that face. "Z-zyann.." "Yes, you heard it right. Heard it before?" Zayn asked in a mocking tone, and Hailey gulped back. 'Can I deny?' He was no less than Aiken Lynn. The second mafia clan, cops chasing them all around. And here she was facing them directly. Yet keeping everything aside, Hailey took a deep breath and under the light, faced him again, "Mr. Wakon, let me go from here." "I don't have anything. I have never met this.. Aiken and I can't give you anything."

Instead of killing the last rouge, he knocked him out and shifted before shouting for someone to get him silver cuffs. “what the fuck are you doing. Kill him.” I snapped after I shifted back, looking around for Quinn. “She’s gone”, Jake shouted. “They took her; we need him to find out who’s behind this.” I looked around as people started shifting back. Jake was correct; there was no sign of Quinn. “Take him to your cells and lock him up but do not take these cuffs off”, Jake bellowed to one of my warriors, who bristled at being given orders by a beta from another pack.

Harley, who was about to threaten Jason, could not manage to get the word out as he screamed in pain. Jason was impressed with Jane. He felt that her kick was truly both accurate and ruthless. Jane then raised her eyebrow and glanced at Jason pridefully. “D*mn woman, just you wait.” After the painful scream, Harley glanced at Jane resentfully and bellowed. “What’s going on?” Jason ignored Harley, who was screaming bloody murder. Instead, he focused his attention on the pitiful-looking Madison. “He sabotaged the advertisement. He wanted me to be with him.” Madison sniffled.

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.

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

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.

Marcus was always at the ready beside Damian, protecting the man in case one of Leonard's men fired a bullet at them. “You're not the Joker.” Leonard growled in annoyance. His gun was trained on Damian. “If you get any closer, I don't care if I have to deliver your corpse to Hera!” Leonard chuckled, but his laugh sounded terrifying. “Do you think I'm afraid of you? Or... should I write you a last letter for my dear mother to read?”