Novel & Cerita Gambar Joker Windbreaker

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

Tying my hair in a ponytail, I apply a strawberry-flavored lip balm on my lips as I don't feel like wearing any makeup. After spritzing some of my favorite vanilla body mists, I am ready to go. Jarek is already waiting for me, sitting on his bike, looking devilishly handsome. The white t-shirt he is wearing stretches over his well-defined chest and flat abs, while the dark black jeans cling to his strong muscular thighs. He has ditched his cut with a black jacket that hugs his shoulders perfectly. He takes another puff from the cigar between his lips as he casually leans forward on his bike.

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.

Slowly, Victor placed his hand on his chest pocket and fished out a Joker card, showing it right before her face. The familiar image immediately caught her attention. "This is the real Joker card, it's from the same deck yet it's in my pocket." Jane stared at the Joker card before reaching out her hand to take it between her fingers. Checking it carefully, she frowned. "How could this be...? The card was left on the table." She turned the card over. Then over again. The texture felt identical. The material was identical. Even the tiny scratches near the corner seemed exactly the same. There was nothing unusual about it.

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

It is the only mask that will make me stand out among the crowd even if there are a lot of them who are wearing very expensive masks. When I am already all prepared, I stepped out of my room and then I saw Joker waiting for me. Joker is wearing a black and gold three-piece suit and he is also wearing his personalized mask. A mask that symbolizes that he is from my group and that he directly serves the southeastern monarch. Well, it is just quite a waste that the others are not here to celebrate my coming with me. But then again, it is already to be expected because they still have lots of things to prepare as they go here to the X country.

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

Instant nerves returning. He’s wearing designer jeans in a soft, washed-out color, a white T-shirt with a graffiti print logo that is slightly too neat on that body, a modern leather jacket, and his trademark shades. He doesn’t look like a guy who’s coming to the office for the day. I’m not sure I’m impressed, despite how much it suits him, bad boy biker style. It’s not exactly professional. “Mr. Carrero … I mean—Jake … Good morning.” Controlled Emma is back in play, despite the hair tickling my face and the breathlessness at his appearance and attire.