Harley Tiller Novels & Stories

Mac needed help as he couldn't track down all the technical leads by himself. So Viper reached out to a few of their other chapters to see if they could spare anyone to come help. One of them sent a 19 year old, who was very smart, and his dad was a member of the club. His name was Harley, and he was great at computers. He was a prospect himself, and also taking college classes.

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...."

Tanner set his burger down on the polystyrene tray and leant forward, his attention fixed on me. "I pretended like I didn't recognize the girl in the photo," I replied only to continue when Tanner shot me a questioning look. "Jay and I have spent years making sure my identity is kept secret. Who knows what will happen if I reveal who I am. I mean, it's great to know what my name used to be - but I'm not April anymore. I'm Harley, and that's all I want to be."

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

the doctor said, Harley left the hospital, and she returned home, she walked straight to the bedroom, and he remembers the small box, and she opened the box, and she was surprised to see what she saw, she saw mom's picture and a guy, and at the back of the pictures, they wrote Ricardo Mackenzie, and there was a written note, Dear Harley, don't see me as bad person. and I'm not a killer, and I'm not Into human trade, but I know the secret behind your birth,

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.

"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

Harley stops right in front of me. “But guess what happened, she got pregnant for him and gave birth to a son. I was more than furious that I reached out to Mia when I heard of her plans, with Mia’s help I was able to take out my obstacle from the way. I killed her and framed it all on Alfred, I knew if it got out that he killed his wife, his uncle won't let it get out and with that, there won't be any investigation that would point out to me as the murderer.” Harley cracks out in a peal of evil laughter that sends a shiver down my spine.

“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.”

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."