Harley Quinn, is locked up yet again. Only this time, it was the Joker himself who put her in there. Leaving her when she needed him the most. After awhile of thinking about life, Harley has decided to leave the Joker. Once Harley gets busted out of jail, she decides to try new things, and meet new people. Can Harley move on? Will the Joker allow her to leave him so soon? Or will he have to put a few smiles on some faces to get her attention? Can Harley handle Jokers torture towards the ones she cares for? Or will she have to give herself up to Jokers little game? Read and find out (: Ps I DO NOT own any of the DC comics, this is just a FanFiction I had really wanted to write, hope you all like it.

This is the second book of His series. Please read the first one (His At Night), otherwise this book won't make any sense to you. * It hurts. Not physically. It hurts emotionally. And that's the worst kind of pain a human being can ever feel, because you literally can not do anything about it. There's no cure. There's only the time passing, making the pain more bearable, but an ache stil stays behind. That's how Braden leaves Rory that night he decides it's game over for them and leaves her. She misses him terribly. She needs weeks before she decides she's ready to face the world again. But then, everything comes crashing down on them when they see each other again. And now the real question is, who's going to be the first one to cave in and swallow their pride? Will they find their path back together or is it really that for them - game over? But was it really just a game in the first place?

He was stupid. Careless. Reckless. Unorganized. All the things that Layla-Fia wanted to be. He went by his own rules. She saw him across the wild party. Her hood was pulled close to her head. Putting her face in total darkness, keeping her identity safe. It was a Halloween party, so her red cloak didn't bring to much attention to herself.A drunken teen came crashing into her and strong arms catch her before she fell. It was the boy she was studying across the room.Her mind couldn't wrap around the logic behind his quick movements."Why are you watching me?" He asked her. Not once did he try to remove his hand from her back. Her mouth went dry. Her palms grew sweaty. She didn't know what to say. This gorgeous male was speaking to her. She did the one thing she was good at. She ran. She put as much distance as she could between the boy and herself. Evil things whispered in her thoughts. Telling her turn back. All her life she ran away from fate. Until she meets the demon hunter. 18+

"Your late. I meant what I said about on the dot." Devlin says calmly, not looking up from the piles of paper on his desks. Korra nervously fiddles her thumbs. "I-I must have lost track of time." She stutters out. She hated that she stuttered when she was nervous. Devlin slowly looks up at her. His eyes took in her appearance with wide eyes. She was startled by his bewildered look. Did he not like the dress? He said to dress nicely. She thought to herself. In quick movements he was by her side. His lips crashed into hers, hungrily. In one smooth move he picks Korra up in his arms. Her legs wrap around him instinctively. He lead her to wall, slamming her against the cold, hard surface. There tongues dancing inside of one another's mouths. Then in inhuman strength he lifts her up onto his shoulders. His head disappearing under the hem of her red skirt. Meet Korra Knight. Fresh into collage. When she gets a new job. Her boss holds a dark secret. Can she tame the beast within him?