Mad Love: The Joker Harley Story Novels & Stories

I actually have a masters degree in theatre arts and hear I am being asked to work as a common personal assistant and that too for a proud psychopath. “You need to calm down Jane. I know how you feel but then there is nothing you can do about it right now till we figure out a way around this” Harley says and places her hand in my arm. I wiggle my head and the scene of how he was whiffing smoke into my face and growling that I am his personal assistant is resounding in my ears. “Come with me so I’d give you the vodka he likes.” Harley rubs my arm while I fold my fist. I just want to unmold his face with this but I think it would happen some other time.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Freya Harvey however, took a courageous boldness to continue recording the scene as Bob continued to molest her helpless friend Barney. "Perhaps, I bet you're fucking with jail time Bob, you won't get away with this". She cried helplessly. "Don't be ridiculous. Bob got the whole world in his hands.The police and sheriff are all my folks from the trenches and that makes it even more interesting. Bob Joker is a god!" he told Barney, then he laughed out sarcastically in such a way that got her to be even more upset with him.

Three days later, the largest central plaza in the safe zone was packed to the brim. Black-and-white banners hung all over the square, each one shouting the same message in bold block letters: "Punish the traitor Jason Kane. Honor the hero Wade Carter." Dozens of micro-drones hovered overhead, broadcasting the event live from every angle across the entire zone. The atmosphere had been whipped into a fever pitch. Jasmine wore a dark veil over the damaged side of her face, hiding the grotesque scars beneath. Even through the thin fabric, the wound looked raw and inflamed.

“Ah—!” Harley was in tremendous pain. She could never understand it. Why would the hick’s girlfriend have the bravery to attack her? Could it be that she thought she could do whatever she wished just because her boyfriend was the Melvises’ grandson? “Hubby, hubby, my finger is broken! My finger is broken! You have to avenge me! I want her arm broken! No, I want all her limbs broken!” cried Harley to Troy. She could have never imagined that things would get to this stage.

"I'm warning you one last time—take down the post on PackLink! Or I'm kicking you out of the pack right now!" I didn't read any further. I deleted all the texts and blocked his number. Even after the bloody lesson of my past life, being hurt by his blind distrust again still made my heart sting for a second. A few nurses came in to change my dressings. Oblivious to my mood, they chatted away. "That Alpha downstairs booked the entire VIP floor. He's spoiling his 'childhood sweetheart' rotten." "Latest gossip: Alpha Jaxon hired ten healers, saying he needs to soothe her traumatized wolf."

Machine asked, raising a brow. Joker sighed and looked away knowing that Machine and Kane were right. They were always getting in trouble because she was doing something insane that got them all in trouble. After a moment he chuckled and shook his head. “True.” Joker said, smiling softly. “I was always in trouble because of her.” “Hey, Ronald.” Dex said, when the journalist picked up. “Dex! Good to talk to you. What’s the word? Did Margo give a green light on running the story yet?” He asked.

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

Mason Thomas. Harley sighed. “He drives like the devil himself is chasing him. I bet he fucks like a devil too.” My cheeks burned again, and I turned up the collar of my jacket to try to hide it from her. “Probably.” Harley laughed. She didn’t giggle. She wasn’t the giggling sort. “Maybe one day, one of us will be lucky enough to find out.” I licked my lips as she picked up the red flag and pushed it into my hands. “You’re up, dollface. Give me your jacket.”

He pried her fingers away from him and stated plainly, “She has been with me for many years. Even a dog is still worthy enough of emotional attachment.” Clarice stumbled backward. Her makeup was smudged with tears. "You'll regret this…” The black Maybach sped away. Clarice's figure began to shrink in the rearview mirror until it vanished into the nighttime horizon. Arthur rolled down the car window to let the cold wind rush in, and yet, it was not enough to tune out the chaotic voices in his head. He received a few more texts from his assistant. “Mr. Renault, we found out that Miss Buccaneer contacted a company specializing in cultural activities in a neighboring city. They refused to disclo