Batman Jester Novels & Stories

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

He quickly managed to get his thoughts on the right track, after with disbelief, he recognised the girl - it was Bianca. Jester didn’t even think to back down. All his senses were already tasting the special prey. “It’s too late, man. You shouldn’t have hesitated so long.” He growled with his face half-shifted into a wolf. The yellowish eyes shone like a peak of lava.

Jester continued to unleash his power, as well as his illusionary magic that overwhelmed Max and the others. "We can't go on like this, Ron. We need to get to Elle and Ivory and get them to do something in there," Max said to Ronan, who was getting tired as all their resistance ended in a deadlock. Jester is not a wolf who relies solely on his physical strength but also his magical abilities. "I'm just worried that Elder Elle and Luna Ivory are in the same predicament, Alpha. What should we do now?"

"What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—" "Yes Jester, yes I am me. Your wife and... your ex-wife, " Jenny said boldly as she undressed her fake facial surgery. The look that Jester had loved for so long was really an impostor. Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests – same results. I was the second coming of Christ – back from the dead...or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go.

I didn’t want to turn back, but against my will, I did. My blood ran cold. King Jester. He was running after me with inhuman speed, his tall figure slicing through the trees like a predator on the hunt. His silver hair glimmered faintly beneath the moonlight, and his ocean-gray eyes were locked on me like I was prey. “Please… leave me alone!” I screamed back at him, my voice cracking with desperation. “I never killed anyone!” “Don’t make me repeat myself,” his voice thundered through the night, laced with fury. “Stop—or I’ll make you.”

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear