Joker X Harley Novels & Stories

I huffed, and could see his eyes flicker in shock, but he had no power to decline as he was being controlled by my dark magic spell. Right there, he pierced his sharp wolf claws into his chest, howling in extreme pain as he tore open his chest, reaching out to his heart, but couldn't go further before falling dead instantly. "Clean this place!" I ordered with a wave of my hand and the slaves ran in with their cleaning materials. My name is Xavier, and I am the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, the greatest pack of all. No one dares me because it would cost their entire pack. My pack was above every other pack in America because I was their leader, but I'm getting old by the day.

She too had werewolf blood and something of a golden transformation whenever she was in the light of the full moon. For Brick there was never a dull moment for him when he'd been with his gang, whether they hit up an unsuspecting town or pulled into the woods for a bond fire and good times, it was a treat to be out and about among them. He lead the gang out of the parking lot, taking his rightful position as leader and President of Howler M.C. on the back of a black and silver Harley letting the smoke from his exhaust fill the lot before taking off down the highway. Rooster and Gunther followed in their respective positions as they all managed to ride in formation when leaving the motel park

He'd say hi and pretend to be shopping. Hanna told Maverick and Jax about it. Jax said he'd take care of it. He'd contact BJ Jr the Joker's Prez. Jax went to the Joker's MC to meet with BJ Jr. When he got back, he told Maverick it was being handled. And to just act like nothing was going on for now. One evening Hanna got home before Maverick. When she walked into the bedroom her sexy black lingo was laid out on her bed with a red rose lying beside it.

Harley was angry that the crew was getting larger, asking how she would be Luna if Sereca was in the picture, she didn't know Sereca was useless to me. “He stabbed him twenty-two fucking times Ava; even the strongest wolf won't survive that," I said, dropping the bloody knife to the ground. “Wolves are fucking heartless; you are killing your Alpha is a messed up shit," Jaxon said, still laying on the bed, naked underneath the bed sheath. He has always been judgemental, that was part of the reason Harley disliked him, but I didn't. We ignored his comment though. “The person he killed had blond fucking hair, and Burke's hair is black," Harley said, and my Joy went down immediately.

“You won’t be saying that when I pull your soul out of your ass.” Jada snarled back. With a growl, he grabbed her wrist and slapped the cuffs around them. I knew he must’ve pinched skin from the way she gritted her teeth and winced. Next came Hakeem, who looked like Nox, thanks to Harley’s shapeshifting ability. The guy didn’t think twice before slapping a set of cuffs on him. He turned his stare to Nox and me, and I silently prayed he didn’t somehow see past Harley’s magic.

The rider had a full-face helmet on with a tinted visor, and his head had turned our way. Something—in fact, everything—about it pinged all my instincts. “Harley dudes don’t usually wear helmets like that,” Jack said, putting part of my misgivings into words perfectly. “Actually. Hang on. That’s one of the bikes that was parked outside the bar last night.” “Are you sure?” Motorcycles were motorcycles to me. I could tell a Harley from a sports bike, but my expertise, and interest, ended there. “He could be stopping to look at us just because the car’s bouncing like a funhouse ride.”

He mumbled and slowly walked to his bed. * * Harley was still very much awake as he chatted with Jasper on a video call via his laptop. They talked about their next move and the recent successful operation. "So..... any other petty attack?" Jasper asked. Harley laughed it off. "No but I know who ever it was....is waiting for another good opportunity. And I, Harley Finley...will be waiting." Jasper laughed. "You've always been waiting. You are like the invisible wind. I have something important to attend to...."

“But my plan is. In this world, you’ll find people whose goals match mine. Maybe even go beyond… but in the worst ways.” He paused for effect. “But if you stay in my clutches, I’ll help you vanish. With a new identity, a new life.” Hailey frowned, confused, emotions spiraling. Her lips parted as she tried to understand the riddle in his words. “But… with them?” he added. “Oh darling, you don’t want to know what kind of breed those people are.” His words made no sense. Not yet. “W-Who? Who else in Aiken’s group?” she asked, voice laced with genuine fear now.

The people who ruined her life. She glared at them as she noted down their faces, height, build, and everything. There were six men and one woman. They all had tattoos of a cat in their left arm except for the last one. He sat majestically on a chair behind her, smoking a cigar. He was wearing dark glasses and a face cap, successfully covering most of his face. Jade could guess that he was the mastermind. The others were just working for him. When she would take her revenge, he'd be the one to suffer most.

“For you ladies, from that gentleman over by the corner.” We twisted our heads in the direction the bartender pointed, only to notice a tall man a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trimmed beard covering his jaw. The silver ring on his lower lip shone from the distance. “I don’t think we should—” Before I could even finish, Harley had already emptied two out of four shots. “Harley, don’t. What if they’re spiked?” “You say this every time a hot guy offers you a drink. It’s no surprise you haven’t had a dick in quite a while.” She giggled at her own words and, leaning in, she asked, “Why are you so sceptical?”