Joker X Harley Novels & Stories

Xavier knew about Rhett and had clearly got access to his apartment somehow. Probably with Rhett’s permission. Knowing Rhett, he probably had heard all about Xavier’s original game in Miami and thought it would be funny. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking Joker. You know that, right?” He turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What does a Joker symbolize?” Jax asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

“I assume you won’t mind.” “No.” Harley stepped forward and hugged the other Species. “Not a damn bit. I’m glad you’re back.” Moon stared at Joy over his friend’s shoulder while he hugged him back. “Me too. I’ll be there soon. We have a lot to catch up on.” Joy barely noticed Harley’s departure, staring at the man she loved instead. Moon had obviously showered. He wore a black tank top and sweats. His dark gaze locked on her as he stepped inside then turned and spoke to the Species who accompanied him.

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.

“No one was hurt.” Relief was instant. “Good.” “She has no right to be near him,” Harley repeated. “You don’t know their history.” Joy wasn’t surprised that Harley was about to tell the others about her past with Moon. He had warned her he’d do anything to get her away from Moon. Harley was a man of his word. “We’re aware of their history.” Justice dismissed it with a wave of his hand as he studied Joy. “I’m more concerned that you risked your life without consulting us first.”

I liked them experienced women who knew how to move and didn't need their hands held. ​I forced my eyes away, snapping a sharp signal to one of my boys. I didn't have time for this. I didn't have time for her. I was here for the cash that had been missing for three months, and I wasn't leaving without it.Jax emerged from the shadows of the back hallway, his hand knotted in the collar of a man who looked like he’d already given up on living. He dragged the miserable idiot toward the center of the room, the man’s boots scuffing uselessly against the grime-slicked floor. I moved to meet them halfway, my own pace slow, predatory, and certain. ​The moment we collided, I didn't waste breath on wor

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

The sun was already setting, and there were a lot of people gathered, celebrating the upcoming Christmas, and I couldn't help but smile. "I don't want to be here," Jack grumbled, and I rolled my eyes. "Loosen up! Let's have fun." With that, I grabbed Jack's hand and led him to a booth where we could play games and win prizes. "Seriously?" Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench.

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

He added, causing me to squint my eyes at them both. "I promise, I won't," Clara said, kissed him on his forehead, and left. "Be quick Joker," I grinned, hoping she would hurry up so she wouldn't break my son's heart again. It didn't take too long and she was back, Will remained in my arms as I said to her, "Joker, you are back," I wanted to make a joke of her although my eyes were fixed on the TV. "Harley, I think you are mistaken, I am not Joker," she said looking at me cheerfully.