Novel & Cerita Joker Harley

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

“Says the man who came here to kill her and is promising to hand her over to his murderous brother.” “Charlie may find her now. In fact, it won’t be long before he finds her like I did, and he won’t hesitate to kill her. As soon as Max told me there was a woman commanding a full moon wolf to stop, and he listened, I knew we had a Wolf Rider on our hands. Now you have to pick—would you take a chance with Jezebel’s life here now, or would you take it with me. I may be able to help her.” “How?”

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.

“Can you believe that?” Giselle shook her head. “Sorry, she’s a bit of a diva. Everything has to go her way or she’d lose it.” Ashley was thoroughly amused at what just happened. “I still can’t believe Aston’s going to marry her.” Giselle turned me around. “Let me guess…you are Harley Quinn. Where’s your joker?” she asked. As if on cue, Max’s bike roared in. Dressed like a perfect joker, Max sat atop the bike. He revved his engine maniacally, showing off.

“What do you want me to do boss?” “Nothing, I am currently tailing her boss. I am sure that he will lead me to her” I hung up and waited for them to come back. Soon they set off again and pulled up at a tattoo shop right behind the hummer that I saw leave earlier. What the hell were they up to. The windows were all painted over so there was no way I would be able to look though. I would have to sit and wait for them to come out. Suddenly one of the guards came back out and walked over to a shed. I gasped as he pulled out a beautiful, limited-edition Harley. Man, that thing would cost a shit load, even I would think twice about spending that much and I am loaded. He then pushed it back inside

I’ve got to get Luna out of my system in the only way I know how—get hammered and hammer some pussy. It takes me nearly forty minutes to get back home, and when I do, Callan and Warrick are nowhere to be found. I take a quick shower, dress in cleanish Levis and a Henley, and head out to hop on my fully restored Harley motorcycle, circa the mid-2020s. She’s a forty-year-old beast of a ride with high-performance capabilities and the loudest, most powerful engine this city has ever seen. If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp.

“Nah they’re into Harleys man. Even sent a photo of their own bike. Apparently they restored an old Easy Rider and made it all chrome with the American flag on the tank and skulls etched on the tailpipes. Looks bad ass. I told them they better ride the bike here for the interview. That way we know they’re for real.” “Good call man. Could’ve looked that shit up online.” “Yea, well I’m off to the office to get the paperwork done.” “Prez when are you going to hire a damn accountant to do that shit for you? Come on man you haven’t worked on your project bike in a month.” He’s right. I bought an old Harley JH two can that was used back in WWII. I thought it’d be a great window piece to show off t

Harley later went away after letting her know that she will be going to the hospital ****** T b

Bishop "What's with these cars you and Caelin are messing with?" Harley asks as I sit in the office with Jagger, telling her what parts we need ordered for some repairs we're working on. Jagger's eyes cut at me, then at her, and back to me. "Well, that's my cue. Let me know when the two of you are done and I'll finish putting in my order." He runs out like his ass is on fire. "Fucker," I yell after him.