Male Harley Quinn の小説・ストーリー

"I wanted to ask you something." "Sure, what's up?" "I've met someone new," Maria said. "His name is Tony, and he's really great. We've only been dating for a few weeks, but I feel like he could be the one." Harley's heart sank. Another dangerous man? "Mary, I don't know if that's a good idea," she said hesitantly. "What do you mean?" Mary asked. "Manuel is a hitman," Harley said bluntly. "He's dangerous, and he could put you in danger too."

“It’s a celebration. Who doesn’t like one of those? The pack has its first Delta warrior of the new age. I feel obligated, as Blackthorn’s resident Cupid with claws, to provide… festivity.” “I don’t want your festivity,” she mutters. “I want more bacon.” “I can accommodate both,” I say. “But first, logistics. Which part of you is most sore and would benefit from the healing touch of a commander’s hands? Lower back? Thighs? Emotional devastation from repressing a crush for gods know how long?” Her eyes throw daggers. “Eli.” “Hazel,” I sing back. Across the room, Mara pretends not to listen while pointedly listening.

What werewolf woman wouldn't want to be with the Alpha of all Alphas? Once the heat in my face had calmed down, I turned back around to face Cassie and Tyler, and I could tell that Cassie sensed his strength and importance, but Tyler was too big-headed to even notice the power emanating from Marik. His face was angry and contorted, still clearly wanting to rip Marik apart. I shook my head and focused on Cassie as she asked in fascination, “Who the hell is he?” “That's Marik, he's Selene's son,” was my simple yet proud reply.

The warm spray of blood across my muzzle. But Richard had a thousand men. I was only one Queen. For every dozen I killed, two dozen more circled me. Silver-tipped pikes bit into my flanks. Weighted nets tangled my legs. They were wearing me down through sheer volume. “Is this the limit of the Lycan Queen?” I spun around. Mara stepped out of the smoke near the burning infirmary. Her silver robes were untouched by soot. Her eyes danced with a cruel, youthful light. She didn’t look like a healer. She looked like a wraith.

It’s surprisingly fun. Haley is in a blush pink halter bikini with short, gray jogging shorts. It’s cute how Carrick stands over her like a watchdog. This is also ironically funny because he’s a werewolf. The boys are in board shorts and white tank tops. Carrick and Haley desperately rush off to a private corner, and Juliet gazes around solemnly before she heads to the drink bar.

We must trust your hound and the goddess. Hadrian pulled Emily into his lap. Wyatt had reached out to his omega and Terry led in detective Marshall. He was in his mid-thirties and just under six feet with an athletic build. His olive skin was shaved clean, and he had piercing brown eyes. The rumpled gray suit was overshadowed by the high-ranking beta aura. “Marie, you know Jack Marshall, don’t you?” Wyatt asked her gently. “Yes, Alpha,” she whispered. “Okay, I need you to tell him what happened. He’s going to look at your head and then we’ll get a healer for you,” Wyatt said as the detective pulled a chair over.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

It's the high-pitched scream coming from Rain that snaps me to action. He's about to kill her!!!! I teleport to where they are and see Marcel sinking his fangs into Rain's neck, drawing almost all her blood. Eyes wide, thoughts scattered, I rush to where Marcel is and shove my hand into his chest, shifting his heart from its normal position. His grip on Rain buckles and she drops with a thump on the bed, blood pooling around her, eyes lifeless. “She isn't the mayor's daughter. Rain is a lycan. The last remaining of her kind but you…hurt her!!”

There was silence in our living room as we sat thinking of what the morrow would bring. The time for the annual tribute had come. Every year, fifteen halfbreeds from the South, East and West were sent to the capital in the North. This was done to show loyalty to the King of the Alphas. Alpha King Alcius Thane. Unbeatable in strength and Wisdom, he was basically a god. A direct descendant of the moon goddess. A Lycan.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.