Joker X Harley Novels & Stories

“I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.” “What about suicide?” Althea lets the words out easily, just like she would in any other mundane conversations, as if the words didn’t describe the only escape for a tortured soul. “Four times,” answers Harley with a smirk on the lips. “I obviously failed miserably. I was also punished, each time.” Harley rolls his sleeves up, uncovering a series of multiple scars extending through his arms. The scars on his wrists seem erratic, of different sizes and depths, contrasting with the precise scars littering the rest of his arms. The thin line

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.

Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother. Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs.

We bypassed the Great Hall, where the remaining Council members were undoubtedly debating our fate, and headed for the underground garage. The roar of the engines was the only howl we needed. Matteo mounted his custom black Harley, the chrome gleaming like a weapon in the dim light. He looked at me, reaching out a hand. I didn't hesitate. I swung onto the back of the bike, my arms wrapping around his waist, my chest pressed against his back. The bond flared—a violent, electric connection that told me his wolf was ready for the slaughter. "Hang on," he growled over the thunder of the exhaust.

“I just thought I’d dress up. You know, in case the Alpha happens to pass by.” Fatima choked on her drink, coughing as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Well, good luck with that,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. As if on cue, Jake appeared in the doorway, fresh from training and looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his toned body, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look annoyingly attractive. Tammy’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

He continued to walk further into the cave, which widened as he progressed. Along with it, Tom saw more members of Three Poisons Hall. He realized that it might be difficult to escape unscathed this time. After walking less than a hundred steps forward, Tom saw a bonfire with dozens of Three Poisons Hall members standing by it. A skinny man stood in the center. He was none other than Harley, the top mentee of Jethro. Harley appeared devoid of vitality as well. Seeing him, even Tom felt a bit startled. It was the first time he had seen someone like this.