Harley Quinzel Novels & Stories

They also adopted a little boy who is now eight. Harley became an art teacher and also got some of her own artwork published in an art museum which was huge for her. She ended up coming out of the closet as a lesbian a few years ago and ended up with a brunette girl who's really into music and art herself. She's a movie producer and she and Harley make each other more happy than ever.

I feel myself smiling, she looks positively dangerous. Kevin’s in trouble. Harley’s eyes land on me, like she’s known where I was in the crowd this entire time. I see the corner of her lips curl up just a bit before she walks up into the cage. The door is locked behind them. I look at Kevin; he’s ready. No more smiles and goofing off. My gut turns to knots at the thought of my beautiful Harley getting knocked about by some douchebag kid. I remind myself she’s a former National Champion, but it does little to nothing to make me feel better.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

"I'm beginning to think that you are a lesbian" "Bella just leave__". "Good morning class". I looked up to see I was interrupted by Harley Worth, remember her? The girl who almost ran me over. She sat on the teacher desk facing us. "Whats Harley Quinn up to?". Bella whispered. I snickered at that name. Harlequin. I don't blame Bella for calling Harley that because its true. Harley Worth is the perfect definition of hot, cool, sexy and crazy. She has outrageously shining glossy blonde which she dyed pink last summer.

, and she winked at the one cheering for her. How could I not know her? Harley Murrow, the daughter of the real estate millionaire Ulrich Murrow, the miracle man of real estate, had a bratty daughter who was just twenty four, and divorced from husband number two, Harley changed men like colour changing Christmas lights. I froze over there, aghast,at the sight, it was shameless and barbaric. My stomach retched at the flagrant, obscenity of which I was beholding. How could that bastard commit such blatant infidelity at his own fiancee's birthday party?

She became a model right out of high school, then crossed over into acting only a couple years later. Harley is beautiful with long black hair and striking green eyes. They look like they can see right through you. That’s exactly the reason I stayed away from her as much as possible. I didn’t want her to see that I could care less about her as a wife. I don’t love her and she knows it.

She had her blonde hair packed up in two and had on a purple crop shirt with a crazy looking pant, my mouth fell agape staring at her and I could see Laila with the same reaction on her face. “Hi, I wanna see Damian Rogan” she said as she smiled sheepishly towards us both, we both stood still staring at her like we had seen a character from a horror movie. “Harley Quinn!!” That was all I could say underneath my breath “Yeah” she said, now looking from me to Laila. “Ohhh” Laila managed to voice out, “Do you have any appointment with him?” “Nah, tell him the bartender he slept over at her place some while ago, he's gonna know”

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