Lock Screen Harley Quinn Wallpaper Novels & Stories

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

“First Harley gets her alone in a cabin. Then you get her falling into your arms in skin-tight gym wear. And me? I get memes of my flirt fails in the group chat. Unreal.” “A group chat that you made and forced all of us to join.” “Shut up, I’m already annoyed.” Luca said, then smiled just a little. “But then again, it’s you. And I know you’ll find a way to ruin it before I get my chance.” I didn’t respond. Because that was probably true. Then Harley arrived. He didn’t say anything. Just slid into the seat beside me and passed his phone down on the table. The same photo stared back up at me. Only this time, zoomed in. Cropped. Edited in black and white.

“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.

Emma tried again, “You see, my mate was attacked not long ago, and he is still recovering. Beta Quincy has been helping me until Alpha Daryl can take over his Alpha duties again. Right now, he is out of town for an important meeting, and I don’t know how long he will be gone. From the condition you were in when you reached my border, I am assuming that whatever you need to discuss with him is important. If you could share it with me, we could address it sooner rather than waiting for the Beta.” Emma took a seat next to the bed and waited for some type of response from the girl. ‘Carla has the new patient eaten anything since she’s been here,’ she linked the nurse that she knew the most from

"Answer to what?" "I will go with you, Harley. Anywhere and anytime you get ready." "Alright then, Wolfman, let's save these humans so that we can get the hell out of here." Harley's phone rang. She took it out of her back pocket and almost immediately dropped it on the floorboard, as if it had turned into a venomous snake in her hand. Her hands were shaking, but she recovered, picked it up, and swiped the screen to reject the call. Before she could, I saw the screen, and it was Kyle. She turned it off and stuffed it into her purse.

“We lock this place down.” Later that night, Harper arrived with an armful of candles, salt, and a small leather book. She didn’t waste time — the second she was inside, she started drawing symbols on the doors and windows. “What is that?” I asked, watching her sprinkle salt in a perfect circle around the living room. “Wards,” she said shortly. “Basic protection. Should keep anything nasty out for a while.” “Should?” Liam raised an eyebrow. She shot him a look. “I’m good, but I’m not a miracle worker.”

That's all I needed. I turned around—and slammed straight into someone. My phone hit the floor. So did hers. Katy. Fucking. Great. She bent down to grab her phone. So did I. "Ugh, seriously?" she muttered, brushing off her sleeve like I'd gotten filth on her. "Watch it." I snatched up a phone, checked it—and froze. Wrong wallpaper. Shit! "You really used Anne's birthday as your lockscreen passcode?" Katy blinked at my phone, unimpressed. "Relax. I only tried unlocking it because it's the same model as mine. First guess worked. Pathetic much."

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"O- Okay. I won't. Not unless he hurts someone." "Thank you. Now go get ready." "I will." Kiara agreed, slipping out of the room vastly. With a sigh of relief, Harley returned to her own preparations and frowned as a new idea crossed her mind. Going back to the closet, she dug through it until she found an old, baggy black hoodie and then she took it out, and tucked it away into her bag. Perhaps Mason had already tried it before, but it would be worth the shot if it meant being able to cover his vampirism a little better and slightly diminish his chances of being discovered.

Possibly four. "You good?" she asked without looking up. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I'm good." Luna had painted fresh wolf prints on her helmet since Wednesday. Small ones, her own handprints reduced to paws, arranged in a running pattern around the crown. I don't know when she'd done it. I don't know how she'd gotten the paint. I chose not to investigate.