Harley Quinzel Novels & Stories

Zelda ask as she nodded her In disagreement of her words. "Well! The case was between me and Harley before he came into her Life. I had known Harley from the hospital I work for before we finally became friend and that was when she was pregnant and wanted to get ride of the baby because she doesn't know the father of the baby and she wasn't sure if it was Brandon own back then. So I agreed to do a private abortion for her since she want it done in Secretly! But something terrible happened and she loses her life!" I was so scared and didn't know what to do but all I could assume myself was that everything will be okay. "

He mumbled and slowly walked to his bed. * * Harley was still very much awake as he chatted with Jasper on a video call via his laptop. They talked about their next move and the recent successful operation. "So..... any other petty attack?" Jasper asked. Harley laughed it off. "No but I know who ever it was....is waiting for another good opportunity. And I, Harley Finley...will be waiting." Jasper laughed. "You've always been waiting. You are like the invisible wind. I have something important to attend to...."

"What I mean is this, for every plan that we make, we need to be sure it will work just like Chelsea had said. The first thing we need to do is to find out where the file is and we need a detector of some sort. Is there anyone else here who is good with computers?" "Harley is", Chelsea answers sharply before I can raise my hand. I arch a brow at Harley. Is she good at everything? Is there a particular thing she doesn't know how to do? What an enigmatic character! I knew her to be a Nurse from day one and then all of a sudden she said something about acting and being a judoist, then she is a nanny in my home and she is seducing Xavier on my behalf, making her a seductress. Now she is a comput

"Please, sir, have mercy!" Fighting the urge to rip this man to shreds, Quentin demanded, "Tell me, who put you up to this?" Harold shuddered at the sound of Quentin's voice, fear washing over him. "I-It was Xyla! I went to sleep with her, and she didn't charge me for it. Instead, she told me to throw acid at that woman…" Quentin felt sick to his stomach. He no longer held on to the belief that his savior's younger sister would never do something like that. Xyla was a bad person through and through. He must've been deluded to go to such lengths to protect her.

I believed she was weak, breakable, and easy to discard. But now? Now she was connected to the Harrisons. Now she had leverage. Now she had a name that carried weight—Harrison. That name burned in my thoughts. FreyaHarrison. The missing daughter. The golden child. The key to power Malum had been chasing for years. Freya didn’t even know it yet—not fully. And that ignorance was the only reason she was still breathing comfortably, still smiling hopefully at Malum like a fool who believed affection meant safety.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

Harley hummed, looking at Cameron as she walked away. "The best friend I was telling you about." Giselle said. Harley’s face twitched as she looked at Giselle. "Really?" Giselle nodded slightly. Harley scoffed. "She works here too?" "She is actually a client." Giselle said. "Nice. What did you say I name was again?" Harley asked, looking at Cameron’s direction. "Cameron,” Giselle said. "Full name." "Cameron Philips. She is a doctor."

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

“Tell me something I don’t know about you, Rick.” “What?” She nodded. “Go ahead. Tell me something. Anything.” “Uh, I don’t know.” I paused, trying to think of something quick and clever to tell her. Nothing came. Not a damn thing. “I’ll go first,” Harley said, shifting in her seat. Her black top plunged perilously low, flashing her full cleavage. She had no clue just how dangerous it was for me to be so close to her. “I think I’m going to quit coordinating The Streets after this year.”