Joker Harley Novels & Stories

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

He continued to walk further into the cave, which widened as he progressed. Along with it, Tom saw more members of Three Poisons Hall. He realized that it might be difficult to escape unscathed this time. After walking less than a hundred steps forward, Tom saw a bonfire with dozens of Three Poisons Hall members standing by it. A skinny man stood in the center. He was none other than Harley, the top mentee of Jethro. Harley appeared devoid of vitality as well. Seeing him, even Tom felt a bit startled. It was the first time he had seen someone like this.

“No one was hurt.” Relief was instant. “Good.” “She has no right to be near him,” Harley repeated. “You don’t know their history.” Joy wasn’t surprised that Harley was about to tell the others about her past with Moon. He had warned her he’d do anything to get her away from Moon. Harley was a man of his word. “We’re aware of their history.” Justice dismissed it with a wave of his hand as he studied Joy. “I’m more concerned that you risked your life without consulting us first.”

Mercy asks. She looks at Mercy, and smiles, “He's my dad.” Knight takes the ring, “So I take it you are the hunted, not the hunter?” his smile is small but there. “We need to get you back to the clubhouse, I'm going to give River a call, we are going to need everything you know about this guy.” “It isn't a guy,” She says, and my dread increases when she continues, “her name is Harley, she's twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue eyes, brown hair, small chest.”

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.

Jemma nodded. ‘Yes, Officially Allan isn’t here so I can say the group up words, We need you, Harley, to lure those guys one by one somewhere where the others-’ She pointed to the small group of remaining ‘’new’’ SS members were sat, ‘-can get them, take them and dispose of them’.

I think’ forever' but I don’t say it. Goof laughs “ You have it bad, brother.” Tank squeezed my hand and said low enough for only me to hear “ Yes, I do.” Before I can come up with a response the door opens. I am grateful for the interruption. Not only because I want to take Harley home. But seriously, how could I respond to that? What should I say? Thank you? No, that's not right. It is sweet but I didn’t want to say that in front of Goof. I wanted to kiss him senseless but that was for when we were alone. I feel Harley nudger me with his nose. I scratch him between his ears “ Hi, Harley. Are you ready to go to your new home?” He barks. “ Goof, could you come here?” I feel Goof come beside

I was low-key wondering why I couldn't find Sloane anywhere until I checked the rolster and saw that she was off work today. When my shift finally ended by evening, I changed back into my casual clothes and stepped outside, holding onto the strap of my tote bag. That’s when I noticed a sleek black Harley parked just beside the entrance. The rider blew its horn at me and I smiled, knowing who it was already. “Need a ride, Foxie?” It was Jace. He took off his helmet, flashing that playful grin that made him look way too sure of himself, shaking his head and then running his fingers throughout his hair,

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."

Freya Harvey however, took a courageous boldness to continue recording the scene as Bob continued to molest her helpless friend Barney. "Perhaps, I bet you're fucking with jail time Bob, you won't get away with this". She cried helplessly. "Don't be ridiculous. Bob got the whole world in his hands.The police and sheriff are all my folks from the trenches and that makes it even more interesting. Bob Joker is a god!" he told Barney, then he laughed out sarcastically in such a way that got her to be even more upset with him.