Joker Harley Novels & Stories

Harley The bike revved loudly as Jay pulled on the accelerator, waiting for the inevitable backfire. "Yep, your carburetor is fucked. Gonna have to replace it and tune the motor a bit," Jay told the middle aged man in a fancy leather jacket who wrung his hands nervously, looking as if he were waiting for a doctor to tell him the prognosis of a loved one. "How long will it take," the man asked, running his hand over his balding head. "The boys and I have a road trip planned for the weekend."

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

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?”

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.

But, I had been out for my usual training run, and had caught the scent of blood. It wasn’t a small amount either, making me concerned, because neither me nor my wolf could dismiss that as injured prey and continue on with our run like we truly wanted to. Integrity won over and made us go and investigate to find my brother’s wolf, Jet, ripping into the warrior guy. A guy I now know is called Harley. The moment I yelled his name, he oddly retreated like he didn’t expect to be caught in what he was doing, and he ran off for the trees.

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

"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

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

I just took what I needed, the friction and the heat being the only things that reminded me I was still alive. ​Oh, fuck... this feels good,I hissed through my teeth as I hit the limit. ​A few minutes later, I was back on my feet, zipping my leather jacket while she was still catching her breath. To me, she was already gone. ​Clean yourself up and get out, I said, my voice flat, robotic in its lack of emotion. ​I walked out to the parking lot. The air was cool, but the sound was hot twenty Harleys idling at once, a choir of thunder that made the ground tremble. I kicked my leg over the seat, the engine's heat seeping into my thighs.