Joker X Harley Novels & Stories

“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.

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”

Hera POV A few hours earlier. After leaving the basement with all the information about Eagle and his plans from Victor Kade,I get the team in place for our first move against Eagle. Victor already confirmed that Finn is Indeed Eagle and the leader of The Jackals,a notorious syndicate that has been operating in three States. He is the one who takes care of business for Eagle around here and now that he is down, Finn will most likely contact someone else to coordinate the upcoming transaction. Apparently, they are expecting a shipment to land anytime in Chicago. Although Victor insisted that he didn't know what the shipment was about,he guessed that it could be related to the new sex club Fin

Pack members parted for me as I reached the main hall. Alpha Jaron was in the center, sitting on the ground, arms braced on his useless legs. Broken furniture lay around him where he had clearly thrown things in blind rage. His hair was disheveled, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild red. He looked feral. Wolves stood at a distance, afraid to go near him. Beta Allen hovered close but hesitated as Jaron lashed out again and slammed his fist into the wall with a roar that made the whole hall tremble.

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.

“You’re fucked, man. She’ll never give it up.” But Jax loved a challenge. Jax Harlan was the complete opposite of Grace. At twenty-three, with messy dark hair that seemed to cover his piercing blue eyes, a lean muscular build gotten from working at the local auto shop, and snake tattoos across his arms and chest, Jax was trouble. He rode a black motorcycle through the streets and always smoked behind the old diner. His crew of friends, a rough group of mechanics and dropouts were drinking at the pool hall one lazy summer evening when the challenge was thrown down.

Neil laughed from the front seat, clearly amused by the conversation. I thanked Jeremy and ended the call. Harley looked up at me. “I hope they don’t even get a chance to call you. I want to see the look on that asshole Beta’s face when he realizes I am a wolf.” She seethed, her wolf combining with her own voice. While Harley had been forthcoming with what had happened with the Beta, it seemed like there was a bit more that I had not been told. However, now was not the time for that type of conversation.

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

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….