Joker Harley Cartoon Novels & Stories

“I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.” “What about suicide?” Althea lets the words out easily, just like she would in any other mundane conversations, as if the words didn’t describe the only escape for a tortured soul. “Four times,” answers Harley with a smirk on the lips. “I obviously failed miserably. I was also punished, each time.” Harley rolls his sleeves up, uncovering a series of multiple scars extending through his arms. The scars on his wrists seem erratic, of different sizes and depths, contrasting with the precise scars littering the rest of his arms. The thin line

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

“For you ladies, from that gentleman over by the corner.” We twisted our heads in the direction the bartender pointed, only to notice a tall man a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trimmed beard covering his jaw. The silver ring on his lower lip shone from the distance. “I don’t think we should—” Before I could even finish, Harley had already emptied two out of four shots. “Harley, don’t. What if they’re spiked?” “You say this every time a hot guy offers you a drink. It’s no surprise you haven’t had a dick in quite a while.” She giggled at her own words and, leaning in, she asked, “Why are you so sceptical?”

Mason Thomas. Harley sighed. “He drives like the devil himself is chasing him. I bet he fucks like a devil too.” My cheeks burned again, and I turned up the collar of my jacket to try to hide it from her. “Probably.” Harley laughed. She didn’t giggle. She wasn’t the giggling sort. “Maybe one day, one of us will be lucky enough to find out.” I licked my lips as she picked up the red flag and pushed it into my hands. “You’re up, dollface. Give me your jacket.”

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

“You keep telling me that. You are right, as I choose reality, I choose being positive. As you already discovered I go off on my own. The picture always in my head, this little old lady with one big ass Harley Davidson all chrome monster of a motorcycle.” Jack burst out laughing, then stopped surprise about the sound. Jazz instantly reach out and touch his hand looking into his eyes. “Guess what Jack, I can see picture you also on a Harley. But at the moment I am a bit in conflict.” “About what?” he just had to asked. “I know I am cool and collected. You I still have to decide between raspberry grey or smooth silvery.” “Are you saying you can actually picture me already as an old man? I can’

Harley had met Johnny a few weeks prior at a nightclub where he had been working his first task for King Ricardo, they had hit it off right away, bonding over their love of motorcycles and their disdain for those in power who tried to keep them down, Johnny had promised to help if he could, but he was a police officer, and he had to be careful because he didn't know Harley deeply, Harley didn't care, she knew she needed to do everything in her power to protect the shipment and make sure it arrived on time, So, he took a chance and sent a message to Johnny, asking for his help, Harley lied that just a consignment of pharmaceutical drugs, she didn't go deep what exactly the consignment consist

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.

His teeth latched onto my earlobe, the sting making me whimper. “Glad to see you still react this way Angel” he whispered before clamping his teeth down harder, my gasping. With one more roll from his hips he released me, smirking with victory. I was breathing hard, trying to get a grip. “Get in the car” XXX Crazy in love – Harley and the Joker

Harvey’s picture and stamp were in every single one of the booklets. “That’s impossible!” Harley froze. “This must be fake!” She chuckled coldly. “You won’t believe a con man like this, will you?” “This guy will stop at nothing to get what he wants!” Castiel chuckled when he saw Harley being so agitated. “Master Foley, I don’t know where you found this con man.” “I don’t know why you chose to trust him either, but…”