Demonic Joker Novels & Stories

He cried in horror as the tiny body slipped through Lexi's paw. "It's okay, little Doll. I have all my limbs again. I caught him, he's safe." Lexi's words washed over him just as new fresh pain took over his body. "We are here. Jinx! I have little Doll and one tiny Doll." The Demon announced. "You have what now?" Jinx appeared, a ring of his Tarot cards floating around him as he reinforced the walls of his beloved bar. "Oh. Oh fuck."

He thought in frustration as he leaned back into the tub adjusting into a more comfortable position so he will be able to get a good view of the training grounds. Just as he was moving to reach for the sponge at the side of the tub, his other hand accidentally brushed against his now fully stiffened cock which has settled on his abdomen just above his bellybutton. Jin Huan hissed in surprise as he nearly dropped the sponge. His cock had already started leaking, most of the thick precum dissipated in the bath but some were still at the tip of the still leaking slit. “Shit I almost came.” Jin Huan then used the sponge to scrub his body thoroughly while keeping his arousal in check. As soon as

In that world, everything is above board, and Damian is one of the main players in the game of life. Joker. Is the name given to Damian because of his contribution to so many violations, including international drug trafficking, legal and illegal arms trafficking, and prostitution that is organized in such a way that its workers cannot leave freely? And sometimes it even involves the most gruesome part of the trade—human organs. "Almost," Damian says with a lighthearted tone. He gives his wine glass a little shake, creating a quiet, seductive ripple, but Damian isn't ready to savor the flavors that greet the tip of his tongue just yet. "How's the investigation going, Officer?"

With the red of its flame, the colors and hierarchy of its ability, a death is about to loom as he needed to do what he must. “Play with time, as I accepted my place in this world and games. I whose insanity is my biggest asset, holding the ideal and the embodiment of the character of the Mad Hatter. The Joker of the deck and the Devil of the Tarot. Just how sadistic should I write my character to be?”

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

He looks at me like he’s done something deserving of praise, like a kid who refrained from smashing his toys for once. I roll my eyes and give him a mock pat on the chest. “Good little boy, feel better now you were praised for behaving?” I mock him, smirking as I watch his expression twist from amusement to something darker. Joker howls with laughter, the sound echoing in the small, grimy kitchen like a banshee’s wail. It’s loud, too loud, almost drowning out my thoughts. “Fuck, Tiny Demon, I’d rather ya patted somethin’ else,” he growls, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down my body with that same hungry look he always gets.

“Such disloyalty, unfiliality, inhumanity, and injustice, even a thousand cuts and ten thousand slashes wouldn’t be enough, let alone turning the page? “Moreover, he conspired with the Demonic Spirit, cultivated the Demonic Body, devoured living beings, and committed heinous crimes of the utmost cruelty and insanity.” As he spoke, James suddenly knelt with a clang. Everyone present was startled and quickly took a few steps back. “What are you doing, James?” Yegor exclaimed in surprise.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

why hasn’t the place blows up yet! HE LOOKS OF MURDER, BETRAYL, AND TERROR COVERS HIS WHOLE FACE AS I DANGLE OFF THE GROUND. I then look over his shoulder, noticing one by one, demons appearing way across the bridge. It was dark over there but the flash of the portal was going off. Bahm turns around, looking over his shoulders and yelling of rme to return his magic back. “It’s... ONLY...FOR FIVE...SECONDS!!” I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us!

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.