Jerome Valeska // Joker Novels & Stories

Then he did two stupid things that made people laugh, which made him so angry that he said if he got the Joker again, he wouldn’t play anymore. His words seemed to work, and then Vanessa got the Joker. “I choose ‘Dare," said Vanessa quickly. Joshua wouldn’t protect her. Who knew whether or not Hazel would ask her to do something embarrassing? However, she did know which one she should choose as the punishment of the game! “Come on, draw lots.” Kenny passed her a cardboard box of papers. Vanessa shook the cardboard box. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she took out a piece of paper and handed it back to Kenny.

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.”

Larissa almost vomited on the spot! She interpreted Remiel's actions as arrogance and was resolved to seek revenge once her stomach cramps subsided. Ambrose took a step forward to shield Larissa and gazed fiercely at Remiel. Remiel felt uninterested under Ambrose's intense gaze and turned his attention to the passengers. "Before the game begins, let me introduce myself. I am Remiel. This name may be unfamiliar to you all. Perhaps you have heard my other name before, Joker." Everyone's expressions changed at the mention of "Joker". Ambrose, who was typically calm, now displayed a serious expression.

When it was Viper's turn, Joker stood up. "Let's do this as a family" he suggested and Dom and Decker sat down to rest as he joined me after I agreed. Viper smirked, "Bring it on. I've always hated you both. Joker thinks he's soooo crazy. Bullshit. He's a coward. Petal's a worthless whore that I should have killed when we were kids." I saw I flash of anger in Jokers eyes before his mask came down. I knew that look on him. Things were about to get messy and I was here for it.

Jake raising his voice made us all look at him with seriousness settled in our faces which made him shut up and calm back down. "I understand your point, Jake," Xavier started, "However, we need our Demon to escape no matter what. That's why..." He trails, waiting for Jake to realise. Jake looked down at his hand and finally got it, "That's why I have the Joker." Jake finished while putting the card down. "Exactly. You pay the part they need you to play in their plan but when it's time, you take Dominic and run. Not only will this protect her but will also protect you." I put down a two of hearts to correspond with this.

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.

Jerome said as he stretched his phone forward. So Jessica Hart and Isabella Ross are one?

He sings while looking at Wesley. "Yes, you're not fucking having her, so get out!" He stands up. This guy, Joker, I believe Ebony called him, laughs even more like a maniac. "I'm offerin’ ya an exchange, ya lives for ‘er." Oh god, I groan and cover my face. "You're not right in the head." "Or I could kill you and keep her anyway," Wesley laughs. I don't get a chance to do much. Joker moves quickly, grabbing the guy next to him.

Data screens blinked with neural maps, memory cycles, psychological scaffolding. And at the center of it all— Her. Valeska Dormer. Standing. Smiling. Clad in black, eyes sharper than Eden remembered. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” Valeska said. Her voice carried an ease that made Eden’s blood run cold. “You brought Roman. Sweet.” Roman raised his gun. “One move and you die.” Valeska didn’t flinch. “Roman. Always thinking in bullets. But bullets don’t kill ideas.”