Harley Quinzel Novels & Stories

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

She asked with wide eyes. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏? “Hi, I’m Zack, Harley’s beta. Sorry to scare you like that, I was just curious about what you guys were talking about.

Mercy asks. She looks at Mercy, and smiles, “He's my dad.” Knight takes the ring, “So I take it you are the hunted, not the hunter?” his smile is small but there. “We need to get you back to the clubhouse, I'm going to give River a call, we are going to need everything you know about this guy.” “It isn't a guy,” She says, and my dread increases when she continues, “her name is Harley, she's twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue eyes, brown hair, small chest.”

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

" And oh, did I forget to add? Not only are they married but also have four kids, a set of quadruplets to be precise " " What?! " Harley jerked up from her seat and that was when her face came into view. Harley was a very beautiful woman. Having wide eyes, a symmetric nose, a well-defined jawline, a refined chin, and full perky lips, Harley was the perfect definition of a model. Well, in fact... she was a model. " You sprouting nonsense, Ian. Denzel can't be married, it's not possible! " Harley was finding it hard to believe.

There Helma was, rocking a makeup tutorial live stream, racking up millions of fans, and even snagging a Greenville charity award. That mortician gig Madam Guller once sneered at? It got a shoutout from the bigwigs at Yaxtria. Now, Helma was dazzling everyone on the show, moonlighting as the enigmatic scent wizard, Lilac. Madam Guller's feelings were all over the place, her shock outdoing even the live chat's frenzy. They did not have a clue that Helma was also the famed Professor Harlana, a star in the academic world!