Harley X Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

"Don't touch it" My hand falls at my sides, a little stunned at the brunt of his tone against me. "It's poisoned" "Poisoned?!" "Yes" He finally explains as he stands a above me and I hop backwards at once. Grayson moves to sniff it before regarding the small instrument keenly. "It's laced with poision ivy and something else that I'm not sure of yet" Mother trucker. I didn't even hear the damn thing coming and hadn't Grayon pulled me out of the way, if I had been on my own, by the time I'd realise what was happening it wouldn have been too late.

’ I knew that what Ivy said was correct, but it didn’t change how I felt about my role in what happened. We had been running, the best we could, in human form with our wolf abilities, for Goddess only knows how long, when Harley stopped. We were along a creek. “I would have expected the elixir to have worn off by now.” She stated as she let go of my hand. I wasn’t sure where she went, but I could see a small bag move from within a tree stump. “We can just take the antidote. We need to be able to shift so that we can get back to the compound faster. Come over here and get one.” Harley said and I happily complied, approaching her. “I am going to put the bag back down. Everyone take one. Coral,

Harley When I arrive at the bar everyone’s already there at our usual spot, all except for John, which I’m a little grateful for. When they finally spot me, everyone raises their glasses and cheer. Ahh, my friends. I catch Erik watching me as I sit. Damn he looks hot. Ripped bleached jeans and a white t shirt stretched across his chest. Wow, he’s braided his hair into one long braid. Modern day Viking right there. “Bitch, you’re late!” Vanessa shouts slamming down a bunch of bills. “This week’s swear jar, three hundred and fifty bucks Harley. It’s a new record.”

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.