Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

Senor Federico sat, obviously dumbfounded by her assumption, but anger flashed in his eyes, his lips pursed, and he answered: - It is immediately clear from your words that you are a person. I remember that you lost your memory and got to know the world again. And that alone saves you now from my wrath. From now on, I advise you, Senor Astakhov, not to joke about the truth like that with any werewolf, this is too personal a question, - he suddenly leaned forward, adding, - but if you really want to hear an answer that you might not like, then here it is: yes, I will do everything to ensure that my true one is with me. And it is happiness to meet such a suitable partner, someone who suits you

I hit him against his nose, and he wiped the blood away with his sleeve, “the first hit is for free, fucker. The rest you will pay for in blood. But don’t worry; I won’t kill you. I’ll just make you wish you were dead.” “Quit your yapping and bloody hit me.” I growled. “Fuck, maybe you’re not that bad!” Storm smirked as he charged at me.

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.”

He kept up his torture, not giving me time to recover as he spanked my ass. Two can play this game. I see the object of my sexual desires staring up at me, gift-wrapped under sweatpants. I pull the drawstrings and move forward. Joker sucks my clit into his mouth and penetrates me with two fingers. I get distracted and grind into his face as he plays my body like he has access to cheat codes.

He hit play. And there he was. Jaxon. He looked tired. Sad. Like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were red, voice was rough. “If you’re watching this… then yeah. I’m gone,” Jaxon said. Eliot’s knees went weak. “I didn’t plan any of it. Not the kiss. Not the feelings. Not the mess. But I fell for you anyway.” Tears burned Eliot’s eyes. Jaxon looked down in the video. “You probably hate me now. That’s okay. Just know—none of it was fake. Not from me.”