Joker And Harley Quinn Mga Nobela at Kwento

She disappeared like the snake she was, but knew what was good for her and stayed away. Joker raises his eyebrows while steepling his fingers, his eyes such a light blue that they almost look white. “Is the meeting adjourned? If so, I believe I will see Nick about adding a new addition. Queen, would you like to get some new ink?” Knowing that getting new ink was therapy for Quennie.

I looked into it and it was almost afternoon, I swallowed up my surprise trying so much not to drop my mouth open before them. “Damian!” I heard this cranky ladies voice call out as the door swung open, there to my face was Harley Quinn! “Harley Quinn?” I called out under my breath and I was sure Laila did the same as we both turned to look back at each other. What the fuck was she doing here? She just had to ruin the beautiful moment I and Damian shared a while ago. “I heard you got shot? You sure are now fully qualified to work under me,” she said as she laughed out loud. The room was empty only for her loud laughter that echoed in it, she paused and looked around the room to our faces as

After he got out of the hospital he went to his mom and dad's house to heal. It's been two weeks since he left the hospital. Tonight was Friday night and the Joker's MC were visiting to celebrate getting rid of the rouge MC that was trying to move drugs into their territories. Neither MC will allow drugs in their towns. Maverick and Maddox got patched in early to the club after what went down landing Maverick in the hospital. Both had proven their loyalty. "Are you sure you want to go tonight?" Jazz asked. "Yep. I'm not hiding from him. If it's over then I need to know for sure." Hanna replied.

“I can’t judge her for that.” “Hell none of us could. You and I have been where she was… We have the damn scars to prove it.The difference is that we weren’t stuck there for five years.” Joker sighed. “Now, I’m a little crazy from my time and you’re a goddamn hard ass and that has been our lot in life. But her…. She seems to have gotten a double dose of both.”

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

He walked to me and put his hand on the small of my back, “This is Harley.” Jace’s eyes widened, “You mean this is THE Harley?”

It's not either of their favorite things to do, but if they're feeling cooped up, they'll do anything. "Sure," Harley answers for them. For the two of them that's normal. Harley typically takes the lead while Justice follows. It's not very often they deviate from their relationship roles. They follow me across the parking lot to the makeshift basketball court we have. "You wanna play, or you just wanna shoot around?" I pick up one of the balls we have stacked, bouncing it up and down. "Shoot around," Harley answers again. "What do you think, girlfriend?" I pointedly ask Justice. "Sound good to you?"

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

She was already fumbling with fear and now, worry wrapped on that face. "Z-zyann.." "Yes, you heard it right. Heard it before?" Zayn asked in a mocking tone, and Hailey gulped back. 'Can I deny?' He was no less than Aiken Lynn. The second mafia clan, cops chasing them all around. And here she was facing them directly. Yet keeping everything aside, Hailey took a deep breath and under the light, faced him again, "Mr. Wakon, let me go from here." "I don't have anything. I have never met this.. Aiken and I can't give you anything."