Doofus Jerry Novels & Stories

"Always caring for others when you should be thinking about yourself. But fine, I'll give him one last chance." He turned his attention back to Richard, who was still struggling under the relentless assault. "Stop fighting, Richard," Jerry commanded, his voice icy. "If you don't, killing you might become my only option." Richard, bloodied and battered, glared up at Jerry through swollen eyes. "You won't break me," he spat, defiance burning in his gaze. "I'll never let you win." Jerry's expression hardened, his patience wearing thin. "So be it," he said coldly. "Your stubbornness will be your downfall."

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

She was basically the only person she can trust in this world other than her now husband. Meanwhile, Jerry was still staring at Chloe, completely mesmerized. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. It wasn’t until Felix elbowed him in the ribs that he snapped out of it, flushing a deep red. “Hi,” Jerry finally managed to say, his voice coming out a bit higher than usual. “I’m Jerry Manchester, Ray’s brother. Lovely meeting you.” Chloe offered him a small, polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr Manchester,” she replied, her tone professional but kind. She seemed unfazed by his obvious infatuation, though Drake was clearly enjoying the spectacle.

… In a dim alley somewhere in Jetterpolis, the bruised and battered Jerry limped toward a black car parked in the corner. He raised a hand and knocked on the window on the driver's side. The window came down, revealing a scruffy face covered in stubble. The man's long bangs nearly obscured both his eyes. "Well? Did you get in?" he asked. "Look at my face!" Jerry wailed. "Does it look like I got in?" "Quiet!" Derek Gillis, the scruffy-faced man, growled lowly. "You're useless. The nerve of you to shout when you couldn't even get such a simple thing done!"

Jerry said He chuckled slightly when he heard what Jerry said Girls that are stubborn makes him want to get them Especially she that is mysterious and stubborn Or maybe she is not stubborn but timid Anyway no girl has ever escaped his claws But Mr Davis didn't expect that he will regret his actions in the nearest time He only nodded and got down from the car, to go over and tame the stubborn, timid and mysterious girl himself Jerry breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time sweated fjr the girl in the car He has seen Mr Davis ruthless ways and he even helped in most times, So no one knew how ruthless he is more than him

I clench my hands into a fist. Jerry turns his head to face his friends. "Hey Craig, take a look at this guy," he cackled. "He's just standing there looking like an idiot. I don't think this is the guy Mother Eva warned us about." I reach out his head. "I mean, he's just a weak ass-UCK!" Grab his head and gave it a hard twist as I landed on the ground. All of his friends watch one of their own get his head snapped. "Fuck! Jerry!"

I waited till he caught his breath as gracefully as a donkey would. "Oh Jesus. That was close." "Spill, Jerry. Tell me why the fuck a grown as CEO like me is running about like an animal." "That lady," he wheezed, "she's my ex."

Dad said, shaking his head. "What a pity." At last, the Jerry walked over beside me and said, looking at mom Everyone turned to look at him. He seemed to have anticipated everything. I was not surprised. Jerry is the craziest in the family. So far, we were at peace from all the fights with other members because of Jerry. He had another identity. Cobra King. He is a lethal weapon in the family. He could wipe your entire face of the earth with a command.

The sound made me jump a little. Mr. Jerry walked around his large desk and sat down in his big chair. He looked at me for a long second. His eyes looked hard and serious. Then, in a flat and very serious voice, he said just one word: “Strip.”

The idiot said, his voice breaking. "What’s your name?" I asked, crouching down before him. "J-Jerry," he stammered. "Buono," I mused, dragging my fingers lightly down his cheek. His skin was clammy beneath my touch, his body visibly shuddering. "And can I really trust that you’re telling the truth? That Luciano sent you? You know you are not supposed to let out your boss's name like that." Jerry trembled under my touch, his breath ragged. "I just want to live. I want to live!"