Joker Harley Novels & Stories

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,

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

“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.”

"Your welcome madam.” Harley went inside and then closed the door. Miss. Mayweather returned to the dining room. Harley reached into her purse and pulled out a folded letter. She tucked the Joker card in between the folds and she wrote To My dear Jack on the outside of the paper. Harley held the letter up to her lips and she kissed it. She propped it upon the mirror and she made her way to the window. The window opened enough for her to fit through it and she snuck away into the night. -*-

"I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?” I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was helping Jack with his plans.” Harley comes to have a look at the changes we’ve made and points to my calculations. “You’re an engineer?” “And architect.” “No shit?” Harley puts her helmet down, takes off her gloves and jacket. She catches me watching her and looks away, as if pretending to look around. “Is there something wrong with your bike?” “What? Oh, there’s a leak in the fuel line. I’m going to have to walk it home.” She says like it’s no big deal.

the young man once again looked at Hailey with a mocking smile tracing his lips, "Innocent... and unknown. Lost." "I'm telling you the truth!!! Believe me!" "If that's the truth you are saying, Miss Davidson, why did you mother run away after hearing that Aiken died?" "R-run.. away?" Expressions blurred on Harley's face. There was a slight headache rushing in her brain when she recalled the early events. 'S-she.. was packing up. her bags. Going. to meet her sister..' Everything was a lie? She was stunned beyond core. Horrified with the turn of events when realization of betrayal hit her.

I said, shrugging as I took another large bite of pizza. “That makes sense,” Penny said, nodding. “Harley is very loyal to his friends and Xaden is his best friend.” I was impressed with how much they knew about the three of them already and I felt a bit intimidated. I wanted to know so much more about all three guys, but I knew I couldn’t without stepping on Xaden’s toes. It’s not like I could get close to Harley to learn anything about him. He won’t go anywhere near me because he’s Xaden’s best friend and he’s very loyal to his friends. I admired that about Harley and it got me wondering….

They look crazed and drugged as they remove helmets. "Alpha Sebastian your bigger in person",A man speaks up looking me over. "Who are you?",,I growl out. "I'm president of the Joker Wolf club. Name is Joker",I hold in my laugh. "Seriously?",he growls. "I'm dead serious and the little fucker behind you didn't take me seriously so I killed his pup",Howl raced forward and I had issues controlling him. "You killed an innocent pup ,because?",he sighed dramatically as I felt Howl pacing right at the surface he wanted out to kill. We never make innocent pups suffer for the mistakes of adults.