Doofus Jerry Novels & Stories

"I'm referring to Xavier; you can kill him with a single word, 'Panda.' You can call him that; his nickname is a panda, and he despises that name," Jerry added with a sly smirk on his lips. I burst out laughing as I realized I had fallen for his little charade. He'd turned a molehill into a mountain. Without aiming, I was hitting the arrow in the air. He made something from nothing. "Can you call him that?" Jerry's humorous teasing made me laugh. I burst out laughing at the innocuous joke, happy for the momentary relief from my melancholy thoughts. Jerry's humorous personality lifted my spirits, if only for a time, and I was grateful for that brief respite from the turbulence of my emotions.

How is it that she was using the same deodorants with Ellen and the same shampoo? When I could not take it any longer, I dialed Jerry and he was already in a bar where loud music blasted from the disc jockey. It was typical of him. Jerry was the partygoer amongst us. He was American and the newest member of our team. He was a loyal kid and had proved it on many occasions. But his only problem was that he loved women more than he loved his life. Most men do. “You can come down to this very exquisite restaurant I found in some streets. It’s the best place you could be for now!” Jerry yelled on the phone.

I drew in a shaky breath, blinked hard, and forced myself to look up and meet his eyes. “J-Jerry… Jerry was the one who killed your man Joel. I heard him say the name myself. Clifford was only there because I… I went to the wrong add… address—” Before I could finish, the world tilted and spun. I lost my balance, and everything went black.

Jerry stared at him and paused for a few seconds like he was searching for the right words to use. “Laura is my friend, not just my friend, she got her job at the cafe through me, Fred!”. “What have you been up to? You've always been in her face, trying to make life difficult for the poor lady” Jerry explained to Fred as his body vibrated with anger. “Fred, not every woman is a slut, not every woman loves to be toyed with and i need you to understand that Laura is not like anyone you have come across” Jerry instructed as Fred stared at the wall in front of them like he was regretting his actions.

I said, trying to keep my breathing steady. “Take the rest,” he pressed. “I don’t want you giving excuses when I’m done whooping you.” Oh, so he was a trash talker? That was my specialty. I smirked. “I don’t need rest to beat you. It’ll be over in one round.” His face tightened, and I caught the flicker of anger in his eyes. I smiled—taunting worked every time. Jerry started walking toward my corner. Up close, he was even bigger than I thought—6'3", broad shoulders, long arms that looked like they could crush ribs. I was only 5'10", but my height had never scared me out of a fight.

Standing alone on the busy street and looking around, he appeared very bored. Jerry, being diligent, had arrived at 7:55 every day for the past few days to wait for Eugene. Even though Eugene told him he could come a little later, Jerry insisted that he would rather wait than make Eugene wait. It was an attitude befitting an aspiring mafioso. "Jerry." "Big bro Eugene!" As Eugene approached, Jerry's face lit up with a smile as if he'd never been bored, and he opened the back door of the car. Only after confirming that Eugene had gotten in and both feet were inside did he close the door and get into the driver's seat himself.

It won’t be bad. “Simple is not a bad idea. Let’s do that. It’s nice to see you smile again. Grandpa.” We hop into the SUV and head out to town to get a haircut. I stepped out of the barbers saloon and Jerry was down the street buying honey from a young lady. “How do I look? I ask,” gesturing with arms open. “You look great. Now that’s the Jackson I know.” As we drive home, I open up about the conversation with the judge. Jerry thinks it’s a bad idea chasing down the lead, but I decide to do it anyway.

What on earth are you doing? Jerry's eyes burn with defiance as they flash red. He nods at Sasha and says, "Saving her." "Something you wouldn't comprehend." I sense Levin getting angry, but he controls himself. His voice trailing off, he declares, "You're going to kill us all." "You're out playing hero while your mom is fighting for her life." Jerry's face contorts as guilt strikes him hard. He murmurs, "I know," as his hand slides over his pocket. "All right, I found something. After everything, in the alley.

He yelled with so much disgust and anger that my breaths ceased for a split moment. "Kevin!" I managed to say. "He showed you mercy is this how you're supposed to pay him back?" I questioned. "That bastard killed my Father, he took everything I had and above all he stole my mate!" Jerry hollered in response. "Killing him would be nearly impossible for me but then one little bird told me you're his mate!" He giggled devilishly again. "Since I can't hurt him physically then why don't I break him emotionally!" "Jerry --"