Lock Screen Harley Quinn Wallpaper Novels & Stories

WHEN SHANELLE ENTERED the room, she immediately approached the bed, and Elvin was right; there was a cellphone there, which she guessed was expensive. She let out a breath before approaching the phone. She took it with a smile, then turned it on. Her heart suddenly raced when she saw the lock screen display. It was none other than Elvin; his body was on display. She could clearly see his abs and his handsome face, which made her swallow. Shaking her head, she unlocked it, and Elvin's face appeared as the wallpaper, with his tongue sticking out, and she could see the lust in his eyes.

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

Thorne stands, and Ryatt, Granger, and Quinn–the odd female warrior who went with them–enter. Quinn gives me the creeps. There’s something about her that feels off. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to seeing women dressed in night black armor with their hair shaved down nearly to their scalps. Piercings cover her ears, and a serpent tattoo is just visible above the collar of her jacket as she enters the room. Granger says, “Everyone up. We’re moving out.” Muffled groans drift through the air. Thorne turns from me, and I quickly choke down the rest of my disgusting drink.

“Whoa, that is…” When Mom’s words faded out I started to get nervous. Was there something wrong with it? I watched as Aaron reached over and moved Quinn’s shirt collar to the side. “His is the same,” Aaron says. At that statement, I turn and take a good look at Quinn’s mark. It is the silhouette of a wolf standing on a cliff head tilted back howling with a moon behind it. That image isn’t what had everyone doing a double-take. It was the fact that the whole thing was outlined in silver and the moon was white. Most mate marks look like black ink tattoos. The only other one that we had seen or even heard of having colour were the twin and Heather’s marks, but then their marks were on a whole o

Harley quickly pushed Harvey away and rushed toward Leona, planning to wipe the cinnabar off her face. “No! You can’t!” Slap! Kairi had long been prepared; she instantly swung the back of her palm across Harley’s face, stopping the latter. Harley screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. She stood up again quickly, covering her face. “This is bad! This is really bad!” “You need to wipe off the cinnabar mark!” Slap! This time, Reece stepped forward and slapped Harley in the face. Harley instantly fell to the ground once more.

Moreover, her intentions of ending the Luna Queen’s life remain a mystery to me. My eyes found the Omega who was troubled in the corner of the room. I stood in front of her, reaching for both her hands. Tilting my head, I make sure that my eyes are locked with her agitated eyes. “It’s not like I don’t believe you. However, you should be telling us nothing but the truth, right? Because your allegations towards Luna Esther are definitely serious.” She tried pulling her hands away from my grip, but I held her tighter. “You know she’s the Luna of the Red Claw pack, do you? You’ll be severely punished if you are found lying,” I kept my voice low to somehow provide her the feeling that someone was

“Now.” Linnea nodded and we got up to get dressed. When we walked out to the elevator, Harley was waiting for us. His eyes lit up when he saw the mark on Linnea’s neck and he grinned. “Congratulations!” He beamed. “Welcome to the pack, Luna.” “Thanks.” Linnea replied. “Gather a team of warriors that can help us carry some boxes.” I said. “And start preparing the warriors to handle the weapons.” Harley raised an eyebrow.

There was a chime and then the wall opened. They all stepped in and it was just like Jonas had said. Beautiful paintings were hung all around the place. Lucian immediately walked up to the painting of the blue flower. He got it off the wall and there was the safe with a small screen in front of it requesting the password. "The password?" Lucian demanded. "I'd rather die!" Lewis spat.

Luna was undoubtedly the greatest work of art in the place, which is why I put that image on my lock screen minutes ago. "Wow…" she said, still looking at the photo. "I didn't know I was so beautiful from behind." I let out a corner smile. "You're beautiful from any angle. In any situation," I lowered the phone and looked directly at her. "Including now..." I unlocked the screen and turned on the camera. "...I'm thinking of taking a sexy photo to use as my main wallpaper." She widened her eyes and covered her face with her hands. "No way! I'm a mess and I have no makeup on…"

The painting slowly swung outward. Revealing a hidden steel safe. Unlike every other lock they had encountered… This one had no keyhole. Only a small glass panel. Elias smiled. “Retinal scan.” Lucien looked at Elara. “It has to be you.” She leaned closer. The scanner glowed blue. A soft voice echoed from within the safe. Identity confirmed. Welcome home, Elara Quinn. The heavy door unlocked. Inside… There was no money. No jewels. No stacks of confidential files.