Lesley And Harley Novels & Stories

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.

She had just been about to start her skincare routine, so her bangs were pushed up with a sports headband, making her look even more like a fresh-faced, youthful young man. "Harvey Fisher!" Lesley's expression turned instantly cold. She had never formally met Harvey face-to-face. Five years ago, there had been a few times she spotted him from a distance, but that was it. However, she had done her research. The moment she found out about Elara's divorce, Harvey's photo became her personal dartboard. Harvey's sharp, oppressive gaze swept over Lesley's face. The suffocating pressure he exuded burst out like a wave, filling the narrow space. "Lesley Lupone, is it?"

Harley shook his head, still laughing. “Wouldn’t think of it.” He shrugged and we started walking back towards the gallery. “So why do you keep letting her boss you around?” He asked. “I can tell that you’re just acting submissive, and then you roll your eyes behind her back.” I shrugged. “What choice do I have?” I asked. Harley didn’t seem to have an answer, because he remained silent until we came back to the gallery. A new race had started and we found Soraya and Alessandro watching the race.

Then she ran back to Harley and wrapped her in a big hug, the kind that lingered a moment too long, as though gratitude alone couldn't express what she felt. Harley gathered the rest of her things and dragged them over to her own bed, squeezing the bag to fit underneath. Pamela lay back down, her breathing already slowing toward sleep. Then a slam echoed from the bottom of the stairwell. A light bounced off the walls, sweeping shadows across the ceiling. Mr. Lyle's grumbling could be heard, low and irritated, growing louder as he climbed. He went past the girls' floor without pausing. Harley wondered if Mike had caught his attention, but she couldn't check to see, not without risking discove

Not much, but in a moment like this, it was more than enough. Harley had originally intended to shoot Wendy dead and pin it on Lesley. If Wendy died, Sharon would never let it go—and that way, he wouldn't have to bear the brunt of retaliation from Lesley's side. His plan had been to let Lesley and Jamie tear each other apart, then swoop in as the final victor. Unfortunately, Wendy had shot Lesley right at the start, taking him out of the fight. And Jamie and Wendy had coordinated their moves, with manpower already in place. Lesley had lost quickly.

"Both of us argue. I don't want to touch her as a punishment. That's where you come into the picture." "You only need me because…" "Because the only one I can think of having sex with other than Cila is you!" There is a big difference between minding your business and protecting someone from a jerk, and I think my self-control just slipped out of my restraint. "Why are you still standing? Get into the damn car!" Leo let out aggressively. "No, Leo. I am not playing this game with you again! You made your choice! You gave me my freedom after claiming Cila, so you don't own me, not anymore," Harley said boldly, but I could hear the fear in her words.

Matthew says to Adrian. Adrian nodded a yes, “I figured it. His grades are good too from the previous year.” It was evening when Jordan returned home, to an overly excited Harley and Lily. She can’t help but laugh at their craziness. “What’s making you two so happy?” she asked them. “Chocolate! Harley got me,” Lily tells her and shows three different brands of chocolates. “Guess who has joined karate!” Harley sang. Jordan grasps dramatically, “Don’t tell me you seriously joined karate.”

🏵️ CHAPTER 88 🏵️ DAYS LATER Harley sat with a bowl of ice cream on a sofa, her hair and face looking messy like it's been ages since she showered. With the remote in her hands, she kept switching channels but ends up groaning in frustration seeing the channels were displaying the same thing; news about Denzel and Lena. Ever since that embarrassment at B&W anniversary, Harley hasn't stepped out of the house. She lost the confidence and will to show her face to the world and ends up drowning in her sorrow with junk food.

"Harley's mind couldn't rest for a second. Well... Michael ,Ami and Rosella.... were his friends from the palace. Despite being servants' kids... Harley treated the three of them like they were his own brothers and sister. Just like other kids, they'd play and sometimes fight but Harley had never used his powers on them. He could've isolated himself from other kids since he was a prince and a king in waiting but no.... His down to earth ways surprised everyone every time. It didn't take long before the ancestors performed the ritual where both Harley and Tala's souls met in a strange dry place where they lived for one whole week before they returned to earth in their usual forms.

“Honestly, Harley, I didn’t. I didn’t want to.” She still looked skeptical. “Uh huh.” “Did you go on dates?” She blinked. “Um, yes, I did actually.” “How many?” She smiled. “Two.” I laughed. “Same guy or different guys?” “Different. Laina set me up with both of them.” “What was wrong with them?” Harley picked up her wine glass and swirled it around gently. “Absolutely nothing. Both of them were charming and well mannered. They had good jobs and bright futures. They were handsome.”