Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

When the air conditioner in his room was off, he lit a cigarette in his right hand. "Would you like a cigarette, sir?" asked Deno. "Later, sir," said the middle-aged man. "Hmm. Cokro. Apparently, he started to play fire with us," said Deno while smoking his cigarette. "Hahahahaa. Did you just realize, sir? The five Engineering students who we consider to be provocateurs for shattering glass in this building have not been given any punishment by the dean," said the middle-aged man, with a cynical look at his eyes.

We ordered some tequila shots and then went to the dance floor. I was having a great time with everyone. Well that was until an asshole decided to grab my ass. "How about we go have a good time and leave this pathetic boy behind." He slapped my ass one more time. I was gonna say something, but Ryan beat me to it and send the guy to the wall. "Oh my God, he's dead!" A woman screamed. "Call, dad." Kacey told Jace. Within seconds, Paolo arrived and gave us a, 'are you kidding me look'. We shrugged.

"Sorry, you've caught the wrong person. I might be more broke than you, mate." "You got a death wish, boy?!" "Why? Are you Satan?" Jericho asked innocently. "What the--" Then one of them looked at his choker which was gold lined."That seems expensive. Give it here!" He shouted. "I'm afraid I can give you everything but that" Jericho smiled. "Bastard!" The guy holding his collar said as he punched Jericho and he fell on the ground. "Give that shit here!" He tried snatching out the choker from his neck. "

he said looking out through the window "So what do I do?" "You stop running,you stop reacting,you go on offense" He moves closer "tomorrow, we find the mole, we trace Victoria's movements,we figure out her endgame and we destroy her before she destroys you" Chloe meets his eyes, "why are you doing this? I'm just a marketing executive you hired a week ago" "Because I know what it's like to be targeted by someone who wants revenge, I know what it's like to have your life dismantled by someone with nothing to lose" His voice drops, "and because you deserve better than being someone's revenge fantasy"

Gideon's POV I watched her face pale as our eyes met, but I looked away. Reaching for a pack of cigarettes from my jacket, I slipped one out, placing it in between my lips before I lit it up. “Let's go.” I ordered Maxwell, who nodded curtly before wheeling out of the driveway. Taking a long drag, I rolled down the window before puffing into the cold air. Fuck, I needed a restraint in my system to stop myself from stepping out of the car to plant one glorious bullet in the head of that fucker.

He lifted me up to meet his gaze, my broken legs dangling in the air, but I felt nothing below my waist. A loud static ringing rattled my skull and my vision blurred, but my fist remained closed. I didn't let go of the bracelet. “I’ll shred you into a thousand pieces,” he snarled. “Scatter you across the earth so you’ll never be whole again.” But his words meant nothing. I could barely see over his shoulders but I saw all the hunters on the floor and a gaping hole in their chest. A low chuckle slipped from my throat, rough and broken, but it grew, swelling into a dark, mocking laugh that shook my ribs despite the pain.

Now I’m jealous because some girl is taking his entire length down her throat. Pathetic. But I can’t help it. The ache in my chest is near numbing. I want to spite him. I want him to know he doesn’t get to pick me up and then leave me discarded like trash. I wanted to hurt his feelings like he’d just hurt mine. Jordan smirks like he knows exactly what’s running through my head. “For a wolfless girl,” he says, that mocking smile still playing on his lips, “you’ve got some serious balls. Stupid, but impressive.”

Jack When I enter this little paradise, I think I am in heaven! Yes, I am no longer on Earth. This feeling I have is the most beautiful I have ever felt. It is so strong! I close my eyes to savor every moment. To record this unique moment in my brain. Oh, how sweet it is, I think I'm flying! I soar through the air, meeting stars that give me kisses. Hooooo my God, I think my heart is going to give out. But if it does, I will die happy. Nothing else matters but this little one beneath me, moaning as I kiss her expertly. Hum, I did well to give my wife a sleeping pill. Because I plan to spend the whole night here. Yes, I want to be inside her again and again. Within her is like a cozy, warm co

Around me. Gathering to rape me; hurt me; kill me! “NO! Get away from me!” I shout and hit them clumsily with my fists. I keep on fighting — kicking, hitting, punching. Weak. Slow. Terrified. One clown forcefully holds my wrists together. “Help!” Then I see his face clearly among all the jokers. Through the chaos. Through the painted faces. I see him. Not distorted. Not smiling. Just him. “Damion.” The name steadies something inside me.

Then it hit him all at once, and he sat up so fast the room seemed to tilt. He found his jeans crumpled by the foot of the bed and pulled them on with shaking hands, careful not to wake her, careful not to look at her, careful — too late for careful. He slipped out into the hallway and shut the door behind him with a softness that felt almost like an apology. In his own room he stood in the middle of the floor, hands pressed to his face. "What have I done," he said, quietly at first, then louder, until it wasn't really a question anymore, just a sound tearing out of him. "What have I *done*—"