Puddin Harley Novels & Stories

she paused when she finally got the hint. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly dropped the mug on the table, ”Are you telling me right now that Henry is alive?” she got up slowly “Yes, and I know where to find him” ********************** Harley was out of the house, she was taking a quick run with her headphones plugged in. If the supernatural aspect of her life was removed then she would be this normal teenager who has a high IQ, has good grades, hopes to get into a good college and enjoys music pretty much that anyone out there.

“Erik, those, uh, those brownies are, uh...special.” Harley starts to giggle in my arms, and it suddenly dawns on me. “Harley, were those pot brownies?” She nods. “Serves you right for eating other people’s food, thief.” “That’s what you came here to get? Pot brownies?” She nods. “Harley, did you already have some.” She continues to nod. “Yeah. I might have made these a little stronger than usual, it doesn’t normally come on this quick. How are you with edibles?”

Tony pulled into the Shoprite parking lot and parked as far from the store as he could, away from cars that could hurt Harley if they weren't careful. Most people in grocery store parking lots weren't careful. Plus, he never minded the walk since it got him to move around more. After he entered the sliding doors and selected his cart, he set to work. He had to get long grain brown rice, half and half, more eggs, more cinnamon sticks and nutmeg, and more vanilla. Most of the ingredients for his rice pudding he had used up the last time he had made it. The second Dillon tried it, his eyes lit up and he made some nice orgasm noises.

"You mentioned you haven't gotten out a lot since you moved here, and I'm a pretty laid-back kind of guy. We're heading to the best pizza place around. Harley's Taproom. It's downtown and has seventy-two craft beers on tap. By far my favorite place to go." The taproom was on a corner, and we had to park a couple of blocks away. Dan took my hand directing me down the busy sidewalk. He opened the heavy wooden door, and Harley's was exactly what the name implied. Grungefest at its finest. There was more granola in this place than a box of cereal, but I instantly felt at home. Dan stepped up to the hostess stand waiting to get a table, still holding my hand. I scanned the tables and diners, all

I wasn't supposed to hear her voice in my head in the bathroom. After the bathroom business and changing into a casual black sweatpants and black tee, I jogged to the living room where Harley sitted on one of the couch, her laptop on the seat, her phone in her right hand, a bottle of yoghurt in the second hand and her eyes glued to the TV. "Is Henry not back yet?" I asked, getting Harley's attention for a split second. "You know he is" She drank from the bottle of yoghurt "He's in his room, probably watching p**n"

I said, shrugging as I took another large bite of pizza. “That makes sense,” Penny said, nodding. “Harley is very loyal to his friends and Xaden is his best friend.” I was impressed with how much they knew about the three of them already and I felt a bit intimidated. I wanted to know so much more about all three guys, but I knew I couldn’t without stepping on Xaden’s toes. It’s not like I could get close to Harley to learn anything about him. He won’t go anywhere near me because he’s Xaden’s best friend and he’s very loyal to his friends. I admired that about Harley and it got me wondering….

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting. Are we ready to get this show on the road?” "Ready as we'll ever be," Harley muttered, shooting a pointed look my way. "Well, I guess we'd better get going then," I said. "It's a lovely morning, isn't it? The sun is shining, birds are singing. How about we make the best of this meeting?" Harley agreed. Charlotta piped in, her voice professional and clear. "Absolutely, Mr. Harley. We appreciate your patience with us this morning.” Harvey let out a short, humorless laugh. "Well, since you decided to make us wait, I hope that means you're bringing us some of those delicious Danish pastries to make up for it."

Harley said, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room as she quickly identified their potential clients, she approached a group of men, oozing confidence as she played her part, "Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, flashing a seductive smile, "looking for something special tonight?" Harley asked, The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed, they were well aware of the reputation Ricardo's kingdom held, and they were eager to get a taste of the forbidden, "We heard you have the best quality," one of the men replied, his voice laced with excitement. "What do you have for us?" the man asked, Harley reached into her bag, revealing a small vial filled with a powdery substance, "Th

Harvey smiled and said, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask. Deal with the place properly. Remember, you are assisting the police in arresting overseas fugitives. You must ask them for a reward later.” *** Another two hours passed, and it was already dawn. In an old alley in Mordu, a breakfast shop with a history of more than ten years had officially opened for the day. Harvey picked a seat by the side of the road, ordered soy milk and a churro, and enjoyed it in a good mood. After a while, a girl with a guitar case, who looked like a high school girl, also walked into the breakfast shop. She took a seat behind Harvey, ordered ravioli, and ate it in small bites.

Harley mumbled nervously. The duo stride to the resting area and Mr Gordon walk over to the counter to brew them a cup of tea each. While Harley takes out two plates of chips from the mini-fridge. “Heard there's an event at the organisation today? Do you not know?” Harley asks, placing the plates on the table. Mr Gordon walks up to the circular sofa and hands over a cup of tea to Harley. “It’s just some preposterous interview, nothing interesting.” he retorts with an eye roll.