Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

He drove closer to him, making sure to cover every distance between them, and then he slammed his bike sideways into Jettison's own with such a brutal force. My breath hitched subconsciously just as Jettison's bike shifted a bit, going off track and moving dangerously close to the barricade. My heart slammed so violently I thought my ribs would shatter. “Sick fucker! I knew he wasn’t going to play fair!” Morticia screams beside me. But before we knew it, Jett recovered from the hit. He leaned so low again on his bike that his knee nearly scraped the asphalt, then swerved and pulled his bike back up with a growl of tires.

When I'm pulling an overnight shift at midnight, I receive a text from my boyfriend of five years, Robert Howell. "I've already ended the rental agreement on our previous apartment. I'm sending you our new address now." After glancing at the address, realization dawns on me immediately. "Is this because of Daisy again?" Daisy Baldwin is the so-called delicate yet strong-willed young woman, whom Robert has mentioned to me. This is our third time moving apartments in just half a year. We've moved from a high-end apartment located in the boisterous city all the way to a residential area in the rural slums. All this… just so Robert can get closer to Daisy. I must have exposed Robert's tr

said Rooster. "Ain't nothin' to talk about I ain't see the shooter we was both hit and then he was gone," replied Brick in annoyance. "Well give him somethin' either way so he'll quit yappin' at our damn heels," growled Gunther. Brick rolled his eyes not at all liking the idea of being interrogated least of all by a puny mortal sheriff. "Fine, then we hit the road I don't want this trail gettin' any colder," growled Brick.

Retorts, practically stealing my air so close. I growl, half lost rationality at his approach and push his chest, regaining consciousness the same second I hear his offense and not liking his tone at all. "Don't call me dog!" I snarl, hitting my hand squarely in her face. "You hit me!" he says incredulously, disturbed by my act in his tone. I bite my bottom lip, nervously, nearly tearing a piece off. I hit him. I HIT HIM. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK! I'm locked in a cubicle with an apparently angry man, and I hit him. Perfect, Amelia! You've just signed your death warrant.

" Taking one step forward, the black umbrella in Jate's hand shop out like a spear, the tip embedding itself in the charging man's throat. Two more men approached him and he took two steps forward, the umbrellas really out to crack down their kneecaps. The kneecap swear instantly shattered and the man collapsed to the ground, howling in pain. Hakw's eyes were wide as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him. The many he had brought with him where the Brown's family's best fighters. 'how could none of them be Jate Woods's equal?' Putting on his beloved brass knuckles, he gave a loud roar as he thundered toward Jate. Jate's foot snapped out. Bang!" His kick landed on Hawk's chest and the

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.

I hissed. This time, Jake was the one who hit me—right in the side of my face. I saw a flash of light and felt a burning sensation on my cheek, followed by the feeling of the hard rocks beneath me as I fell to the side. Then, just as quickly, I was righted again by Joseph’s callused hands. “Hit me all you want,” I said, spitting out a wad of blood and saliva, “but you know it’s the truth.”

"It's over Bob... Your reign of tyrannt of injustice has come to an end, you notorious troubler of this neighborhood and the worst nightmare of the city of Los Bahamas. Surrender now because this game is over and you can never escape." "Hey, you have to get off me now." Broderick said. Then he stood up and crossed the center rug; facing the door as they were still talking. He coughed. Then remained silent for a little while. Bob was staring. She hesitated and then spun abruptly around from her mother's direction. She snapped off a shot at him. It was right on target. The bullet met him at his right arm. He groaned as staggered then later he leaned over to a table. Again he tried to bring out

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.

He tries to defend himself, but I manage to get a couple of good hits in. “FIGHT ME, YOU WEAKLING!!”. I yell at him, forcing his head down and striking it with my knee. He staggers on his feet, looking completely out of it. I decide to give him some time to recompose himself. I am not even close to being done with him yet. So, I circle him again. A sadistic grin forms on my face when I see him staggering on his feet, with all the blood dripping down his face. They made me this way. Karma is a b*tch, but only if you are too.