Injustice 2 Harley Novels & Stories

Harley seemed to heave in relief before she started speaking, “I know what I did was wrong, and spies are normally killed. But because of Diana's previous contributions to the pack and for the sake of the information I am about to give, I plead for you to let us go, and we will never appear in the Moonshine pack again.” Just as I was about to scoff at her rejection, she added another statement that made me pause. With gritted teeth, Harley said, “I am willing to take the severing powder as well.” Hearing that, not just me, but everybody else in the hall was pushed into a state of extreme shock.

"That person could be injured and in need of our help. Where's all your 'charity' now?" I squeeze my eyes shut. "He's not injured, Harley. That's just a trick." "You're unbelievable, Everest!" she grunts. "I was about to die yesterday. That body could have been me. That man must be in need of us." "Yes, he needs us to rob for sure," I grumble, the center of my forehead ticking in pain. I hear the sound of the car door opening and turn to find her getting out of the car. Bloody Hell!

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...."

Had this been Harley it would have been on the other side of a demand. "No problem, I'm gonna need some too." I laugh as I reach down, wiping my makeup-less face with the edge of my t-shirt. We finish this round of baskets, before we start slowly walking back to the building. A non-descript car pulls into the parking lot, flagging me down with a hand. Harley is beside me, but Justice stops for a moment. "I have to tie my shoe." She points down to where her lace is flopping in the wind. "I'll be okay, will only take a second."

“Mine kept saying it was wrong to kill under any circumstance. She was clueless.” “Let the shrink do this,” Harley rasped. “It’s Moon.” Justice’s smile faded as he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “You’d risk your life for any of us, Justice. We’d risk our lives for other Species. Forget she’s a human female. She’s an adult and knows the score. You heard her.” Harley crossed his arms over his wide chest. “She’s well aware of what Species are capable of.” “I am,” she agreed, glancing between the NSO leader and Harley, still a bit dazed that he was on her side after swearing to get her escorted off Homeland.

Maybe boxing or karate. Alex's cry of “Ryan wait!" cut through my chest like a hot knife. He was seeing someone else? He was seeing someone else?!! I took the stairs slowly, not wanting the boy to suspect being followed. I came out of the building in time to see him latch his helmet while sitting astride a motorcycle. The perp owned a Harley. Brand New by the looks of it. They didn't come cheap. And neither did the watch on his left hand. Handsome, athletic and rich.

Harley quickly stood up from the floor, where she had fallen, she walks close to Harriet and gave her a side hug. she held her waist gently with her little hands, while Harriet struggled to free herself from her grip, she didn't give in to her demands, she hugged her tighter, and Harriet got irritated by this, she pushed her away with all the strength left in her and Harley ended up falling on the floor watching her elbow on a stone. she got injured and blood oozed out of it. Harley stood up again without caring about the blood oozing out of her injuries, she came close to Harriet again with concern evident on her innocent face.

And Raul did his best to cover me. Just as I got to the place where my motorcycle was parked, I heard it. My K2 black panther main battle tank, approaching in its full speed. Proud of my investment, a humorous giggle escaped me. Harley and Izzy were mounted on the tank, fully armored, grinning like lunatics. The sight of them further warmed my heart. "We are bringing the war to you bitches!" Harley hollered. I laughed. The bike’s engine roared to life and I sped off.

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.

“Says the man who came here to kill her and is promising to hand her over to his murderous brother.” “Charlie may find her now. In fact, it won’t be long before he finds her like I did, and he won’t hesitate to kill her. As soon as Max told me there was a woman commanding a full moon wolf to stop, and he listened, I knew we had a Wolf Rider on our hands. Now you have to pick—would you take a chance with Jezebel’s life here now, or would you take it with me. I may be able to help her.” “How?”