Novel & Cerita Cringe Joker

Last time he talked to Rhett, he’d called him a Joker and handed him a joker card from his newly opened deck. Rhett loved his expensive cards. It was so beautiful. The joker card could’ve been on display in an art museum. All black with a CGI-inspired tessellated profile—the whole deck had cost hundreds, glimmered like diamonds, and smelled like money. An artist had handcrafted each image, spending days on every card. There was so much detail in the Joker. Dark lines outlined him. On his face, he wore a huge silly grin, but in the background, a mirror stood against the wall. There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face.

He shrugged, still wearing his lop-sided smile," That's okay, I love every part of you, no matter how cringe." "Thank you, kind sir." I said in a mocking English accent. He chuckled and then straightened and said in his own English language, "Always a pleasure to make the cringe one feel worthy." I burst into a fit of laughter, "Oh God, that was so bad." He playfully punched my shoulder, "No it wasn't, you're just envious. " "No, it was bad. Really bad." "You're just envious you can't do such a wonderful job at making accents."

In all their directions knocking them down were Pamela's seduction pheromones mixed with what would be fear gas they all fell with startled expressions screaming and squirming. Then, before he got up, not only did Poison Ivy appear, but his vines broke into some buildings and came towards him and right behind them came Doctor Freak and none other than Joker with squirts in several directions. Even if he tried to see that he himself was bleeding then and he started to try to run again and he saw the blood on his pants and at that moment he was soaked with blood and he felt horrible cramps... When he felt dirty and wet, when he tried to dodge a vine, he was surprised by Joker, who appeared rig

“Stop being a fucking coward.” Joker’s face hardened. His ice-blue eyes looked even more white and deadly than usual. He placed both hands on my chest, pushing me backward. “You don’t know shit! Shut the fuck up and get out!” He pointed to the door, and the rest of his body looked visibly shaking.

I lift a brow, a bit amused, and he groans. “Yes. That. “ I can’t hold back my giggle. He’s stuttering, unable to meet my eyes, and a blushing mess because he’s trying to apologize for his rude behavior. This is a sight I never thought I’d see, but it’s so freaking adorable. He’s so cute. “Well. I think it does along the lines: I’m sorry. “ I tell him and he finally meets my gaze. “Shut up. I’m not good at this stuff. “

My stomach dropped. “ Jagger” I whispered shakingly He leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees. “ You know” he said softly, unlike him “ most people start screaming by now” a sadistic look in his eyes. Then and there I realized how fucked I was.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

Before he even realizes it, I place my hands inside his mouth, one holding the upper part and the other the lower part of his jaw and begin to force his lips open. He yells making the process even easier and I'm fascinated to watch the seam of his lips open and give him an even bigger smile. I pull back and watch with satisfaction as he writhes in pain, now I've given him a Joker-worthy smile! “You're crazy,” he babbles as blood trickles down his chin and stains the floor. "I agree!" I say anesthetized, feeling the adrenaline running through my body "Calling me crazy is not an offense, in fact, it's almost a compliment. What was offensive was that mocking look you gave me. What did you think

I can’t think about anything but that dead body in the other room. Joker leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “I behaved,” he says with that wild grin plastered on his face, as if that’s supposed to make everything okay. His eyes gleam with pride, like he expects a reward. His grin spreads wider, manic, and I groan, exasperated. “What? I did,” he continues, his voice teasing. He looks at me like he’s done something deserving of praise, like a kid who refrained from smashing his toys for once.

It was a thin lad not so unlike the one he'd been casually shoving his massive cock into before his trip down memory lane, Deep grunts, and occasional groaning had been all that filled the room aside from the constant echo sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The one being bent over had been the only son of a very prominent businessman with a fetish for the exotic in terms of his, hidden desires. The then younger Conway had been quite high off the drugs coursing through his already wolf blood-dominated veins, as a low hiss escaped him as his pelvis jolted forward unceremoniously smacking into the soft pale arse that had been before it.