Cringe Joker Novels & Stories

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 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.

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.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

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

Like I was a baby goat he was about to slaughter. His eyes were wide, unblinking and glassy with something deranged and hungry. It scared me more than the blood-crusted saw gripped tight in his other hand, its teeth glinting under the harsh fluorescent light. “Please… please… I’m sorry… I’m not—” The words tumbled out, frantic, but they were cut off when he threw his head back and laughed. It was a wet, tearing sound that ricocheted off the walls, filled the room, drowned everything else. He laughed so hard he doubled over, clutching his stomach, the sound manic and unhinged like the Joker tormenting Harley Quinn, except this wasn’t a performance.

He felt as though the door would break open and a horde of zombies would enter, killing them all. He tried his best to keep his focus on the screen, ignoring the muffled noise around him. However, when he heard a low growling beside him, he turned to look at Jade and he began screaming at the top of his lungs. Jade had somehow managed to make herself look like a zombie in the few minutes he was gone. She had plunged at him like she wanted to bite him when he looked at her and as he screamed, she couldn't help but laugh.

Muttering under his breath, he straightened himself and began doing the most exaggerated frog jumps I had ever seen. I burst out laughing—the hardest I had laughed. During that moment another idea took over my mind. “Oh, and make frog sounds.” Jace groaned but complied, croaking loudly as he jumped across the grass. Tears of laughter filled my eyes as I clutched my stomach, doubling over. When I finally waved a hand, signaling for him to stop, he stood up, catching his breath. “How does it feel, humiliating your king?” I wiped a tear from my eye. “Honestly? Pretty great.”