Anarchy Joker Novels & Stories

Or a fucking day, if that’s what it took… because when Nails finally swung that ax, it was going to be lethal. That was worth waiting for. Joker had had to learn quite a bit about waiting over the past few days, much to his initial chagrin. The truth was that if he’d had his way, he’d have marched out of Ace’s place that day that he’d found those fucking pictures on that drive, and he’d have emptied the club’s armoury. He’d then have called in Jensen’s people, and every single MC that The Fallen Angels were owed a favor from, and then he’d have gone to King’s Garage and shot the doors off their goddamn hinges. He’d have blasted Matt Fucking Kingston in the face right off the bat, then method

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

“I’ll think about it. Now get the hell out of here and send Joker in. I need to talk to him about his idiot cousin who couldn’t even stand outside a goddamn door without screwing the pooch. Fucking amateurs.” **** King emerged from the crash room looking grim. He nodded at Curtis and Wes, who went in and closed the door, and then King and Jax looked at each other. “My office?” Jax said. “Damn right.” They walked down the hall and into Jax’s private office. King sat on the sofa and sighed. “So,” he said. “One guess who the asshole is.” “Hit me with it.” Jax leaned back. “Warren Kane.” “Kane? As in Joker Kane?” Jax said. “Goddamn. How many of these idiots are running around in that loser famil

He wore a well-fitted black leather jacket over a graphic tee and ripped skinny jeans, embodying his edgy yet fashionable style. “Not bad, huh?” We found a corner booth with a perfect view of the stage where a live jazz band was setting up. As we settled in, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. The events of the day had been overwhelming, but being here with Jake was a much-needed respite. I sipped my cocktail and began, "So, as I was saying, Aryan dropped a bombshell on me today. He confessed to... well, something that sounds impossible. He said he's the devil."

There was only one person who had ever called me that. Slowly, I was able to turn, dread weighing me down. My eyes met his—cold, piercing blue eyes that radiated danger and malice. I swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in my throat. It was him. Joker. The man Tommy had sold me to. My worst nightmare, standing just a few feet away. But how? What was he doing here? Panic surged through me, my mind racing. I had no idea how Archer’s world operated, but I knew one thing, Archer hated the Russians. Joker was Russian. So how on earth had he made it here?

I don't remember hitting his leg, but it must have happened during our scuffle. "An Ace. Most Alphas and Betas are Aces," Adis replies, draping an arm around my shoulders. I’m not sure if he’s offering comfort or simply seeking support for his injured leg, but I don’t mind the closeness. "Don’t feel bad about it; it’s very rare for anyone to be labeled a Joker. We only have two in the entire underworld at the moment… Thorn and Tjeck are the only ones." I glance at Tjeck, a mix of confusion and admiration swirling within me. If he’s ranked higher than I am, then how have I managed to beat him a couple of times?