Joker Quotes About Harley Novels & Stories

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

His hands would probably leave imprints on my steering wheel the way he was holding it and the way his eyes blazed over was both mesmerising and gorgeous all at the same time. Smiling at him, I broke our eye contact, praying that he wasn’t going to kill me right there and then. XXX Crazy in love – Harley and the Joker Angeles shouldn’t have let me drive. But that was the kind of person he was. He’d place a helmet on a person who couldn’t see straight and without even putting his seatbelt on, sat comfortably next to me.

"Dude, that sucked, but you're rockin' it, ya know? It looks good." "You're just sayin' that 'cause you don't want me to be pissed at Jagger for it anymore. I'm not, really. I did deserve it, but I would have preferred not to have staples put in the back of my head. And I would really have liked to keep my hair." The loud rumble of a motorcycle sounded as they talked. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Liam joked.

“Is that what you’re talking about?” “Sit!” Justice rose from his chair too. Joy gaped at Justice, his tone scary and loud. He growled, ignoring her, instead glaring at the white-haired doctor. “I protest, Justice,” Treadmont sputtered. “I’m not dense. Harley was pretty clear about what her form of therapy is. This is a medical condition we’re dealing with. He needs real help, not a hooker. No amount of screwing is going to fix him.” “Hooker?” She snapped her head in his direction and glared at him.

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.

“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's POV I laugh heartily as we drive in the car after Chelsea assured me about my love life and the bad things she kept saying about Jim. She never liked him, she never hide that from me but I was in love, blindly. I am laughing because I don't see myself getting into another relationship anytime soon. My break up with Jim isn't up to a month yet and it is too soon to get into another messy relationship. Besides, I am not ready. I need to get my life back together before anything else. Also, I feel all men are assholes, except Trevor, Chelsea's boyfriend, and my father. The rest are jerks. They don't deserve pity. They are nothing but assholes.

Harlem Lee was pointing at Harvey York with his nose. “That’s right! If you can’t even buy a bicycle, you won’t be able to hide the poor stench on you no matter what!” “I like riding on my scooter. What does it have to do with any of you? Harvey parked the scooter before glaring at Harlem and the others. “Good dogs don’t get in the way of other people.” “Are you calling me a dog, Harvey? Harlem let out a scoff.

Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "Stop it..people are looking at us like we are jokers." I breath out between my laughs . He smirks at me and say smugly. "I can be your joker , you can be my Harley quin" and winking at me. "Ooh...How cheesy. But sorry I am allergic to cheese." I wave my hand off in a dismissing manner. He sighs, heavily before replying. "Way to break a guy's heart" And make a sad face.

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.