Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

I shoved him away and slapped him across the face. The sound snapped through the room. Wilson froze. Chloe sobered up just enough to stumble off the sofa and come at me. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she shouted, hitting me across the cheek. “You do not put your hands on him.” My face burned. I lifted my hand to hit her back, but Wilson caught my wrist in a grip that hurt. He shoved me away. My lower back struck the door handle, sending pain up my spine.

"To knocking that girl in the face with a baseball bat...Girl, your like a Harley Quinn!" I swallowed down what was in the shot glass, my throat feeling like it was on fire. " Yeah, and your son is the Joker."

she asks, not sounding completely coherent. "Hold on, baby," I say breathlessly. "It's about to feel even better." I pull back and slam into her, making her call out. I do it a second time. And a third. Finally, on the fourth thrust I push down with my thumb, tightening everything inside her. We both come almost immediately. And it goes on, and on, and on. She's groaning loudly while I clench my teeth so I don't roar like a fucking lion. And I would, because it's so good, I feel like the king of the world.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Jack my good friend. Don’t worry, I want to do this as a warning to others, I want remind them how I deal with traitors” He staggers back a little, a scared look on his face. I turn back to my dog. Blood drained from his face when he saw what’s in my hands. “Okay, let’s have some fun, yeah?” “Boss, boss, boss, please, please listen to me, I don’t know whe…. ” I use the hammer to hit his chest really hard and I hear a crack, I burst out laughing sinisterly.

He stood in front of me and I grinned looking up at him. "You don't know a single thing about me." "But I do know one thing," I said moving a bit back while he followed. "What is that?" "Having balls sucks," my foot met his groin in a hard kick and he crunched over holding onto it. I got off the floor as quickly as I could and picked up the wooden chair that was next to me and hit his back with it. It broke into pieces but I carried on hitting him with it until he ended up on the floor.

it is part of our essence. I think that your smell will be the most beautiful for me. You will tell me that you yourself are there, and I am ready to confirm that everything in you is beautiful for me. I'm done, they've already come for me. I'll post as soon as I know what's going on here. After all, you asked me to keep you updated. Loving you, Nikita Saburov. it is part of our essence. I think that your smell will be the most beautiful for me. You will tell me that you yourself are there, and I am ready to confirm that everything in you is beautiful for me. I'm done, they've already come for me. I'll post as soon as I know what's going on here. After all, you asked me to keep you updated.

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.”

“Stop being a fucking coward.” Joker’s face hardened. His ice-blue eyes looked even more white and deadly than usual. He placed both hands on my chest, pushing me backward. “You don’t know shit! Shut the fuck up and get out!” He pointed to the door, and the rest of his body looked visibly shaking.

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.”