Novel & Cerita Harley Quinzel

"They are a very prominent family, and one of their daughters, Harley Harvey, is a very accomplished medical specialist. She's also active in various charities that she founded herself. The day after tomorrow, Harley will be returning to New York after completing her studies abroad." Maximilian stared at his mother, waiting for the rest of the sentence. Selene took a short breath before she continued, "I was thinking that maybe, if you're willing, we could have a private dinner so you can get to know him." Maximilian shook his head firmly. "No need, Ma. I'm not interested."

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

The men backed up at the threat and she smiled. "Run along and I'd go looking for a new slave, the one that ran is a Dragon." They ran off at that and she looked at me. "Hi I'm Arachne, Empath Witch and friends of the Three Moons." She said, holding her hand out. I took it and shook her hand. "Channing." "I know. The Three Moons talk about you a lot. Though I don't think Selene likes you very much." She said, before looking at the barrel.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

All that remained was the journey forward into the darkness, the memories of Haley weighing heavy on our hearts with every step. ◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D ───※ · Student No. 2- Haley Bennett · ※─── ⌧ Team : The Shattered Gladiators ⌧ Role : The Chainblader ⌧ House Represented : Stonemaskers ⌧ Death Location : The Lustro's Enigma ⌧ Death Time & Day : 3: 33 P.M, 3rd Day

Lucas appeared before him. “You may have won today but I will be back for you...” “Worry about your life first...Hold him!” he commanded. “What? you can’t do that, you bastard!” Harold screamed as the men charged towards him. “Let me remind you Harold, you broke a rule...rules actually. You forgot so quick the day you lost to me, you were banished from the coven’s meetings...Now you break that order and plot with Matteo Rodriguez to go against my orders...”

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to 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.