Akechi X Joker Novels & Stories

Shuji asked his friend. "Are you, aren't you?" Akatsuki asked his friend. "Neither. I put that kind of thing in place," Shuji replied to his friend. Shuji stood up and took the clothes he was going to wear. Shuji was wearing a black leather jacket and a black polo long-sleeve shirt. He was also wearing black pants. "Your aura is just an action star? Haha!" Akatsuki pissed off his friend and hit him in the head.

I'll have to take her word for it. "Ooh! I want a giant churro!" Geni says and practically bounces into the vender line. "You want one?" "Sure, as long as they have margaritas, too." She snorts. "It's a soccer game. Of course there are margaritas." As we wait, I keep people-watching. I've never seen so many flags and foam fingers and noisemakers in my life. The sound is almost deafening. I lean over. "Is it always this loud?" I yell in her ear.

My heart started a frantic, painful thumping against my ribs. Thump. Thump. Thump. Images flashed through my head, violent and unwanted. The river at night. Crystal clear water. Deep, bleeding wounds. A naked, powerful chest. Dark, intense eyes meeting mine through the water. I couldn’t help but gulp, the sound loud in the suffocating silence. Kael and the other guards of the mansion and its vicinity rushed to the doorway then straightened their shoulders, their faces a mixture of fear and reverence. “Welcome back, Alpha Kirion,” greeted the other occupants of the pack house in near-perfect unison.

Jake raising his voice made us all look at him with seriousness settled in our faces which made him shut up and calm back down. "I understand your point, Jake," Xavier started, "However, we need our Demon to escape no matter what. That's why..." He trails, waiting for Jake to realise. Jake looked down at his hand and finally got it, "That's why I have the Joker." Jake finished while putting the card down. "Exactly. You pay the part they need you to play in their plan but when it's time, you take Dominic and run. Not only will this protect her but will also protect you." I put down a two of hearts to correspond with this.

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all three say at once. He helps the third man up and then hugs them all at the same time, like a father hugging his family. I guess that’s what he is to them. “King Drake, thank you for your part in releasing my pack members," he says to me. “Jael?” Mehira says, walking into the room. “They didn’t tell me they’d found you,” she says, rushing into his arms. A loud, angry growl from Alpha Leonardo stops all conversation. Mehira turns and looks at Alpha Leonardo. I notice that she still isn’t wearing his mark, or him hers. So, they still have some things to work through. She looks a little smug at his jealousy.

That was a surprise. Well… it was until Nails saw the picture thumbnails on the screen. “What the –” he choked out, eyes bulging. “What… who…” “That’s Ace,” Joker said, pointing at one picture. “No doubt about it. That’s his ace of spades tattoo, right?” “And the guy sucking his dick?” “I don’t know,” Joker said tightly. “But that’s not the worst of them, believe me.” “Oh, hell, no. Tell me there aren’t pictures of them… you know.”

POV: Petal/Athena I glanced at Joker and then at Jaden who both shot me brief, weak smiles and then went back to glaring at Ace, Viper and Shooter. Viper nodded at me and tried to look comforting as the other two shot glares back at Jaden and Joker.

I did as he told me and he remained standing beside the chair at his full height, proud and dangerous. Dad gave a helpless look at the two and then at me and then pursed his lips first before he spoke again, lines appearing on his forehead: “Thank you for not killing each other, gentlemen. Now that both of you have finally calmed down, can we start discussing now what possible vital information Alpha Aoki has to share with us?” he gestured for Alec to talk. I looked at Alec. He looked down nervously and then raised his face to the Alpha King after he stood straight and slid his hands into his pockets.

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”