Jester Joker Novels & Stories

“In the ‘resence of your afa?” I bow my head. “No, I wouldn’t dare to watch another when I have you.” “Nonsense!” He roars, taking a staggering step toward me. As his hand raises for another hit, the door bursts open and I see the color before I see the man. It’s the jester. He staggers in. The panicked beat of my heart doubles. “Didn’t see you there.” Then he breaks into a drunken song. “Weak Alpha! Weak Alpha! Crown made out of shame! Bullies those who trust him, then trembles all the same!”

"So why did you take me here?" Alpha Henderson cleared his throat after the scene he witnessed. "As I was saying, King Jester. We have the stealer, and I could give her to you in exchange for a piece of territory." The moment Jester heard it, madness ignited inside his mind. He knew Henderson had a conspiracy; that was why he despised him so much. "I refuse," he said in his dark voice that could scare anyone. Alpha Henderson and Jairah stiffened for a moment in fear. Jester wasn’t a joke; he was a terrifying killer—a monster one should be careful with every word they said. He wasn’t an Alpha King for nothing.

“She can’t shoot you if she can’t even target you.” — Pilot: Jester Role: Electronic Warfare Hermes Aerospace “Kestrel” Light Assault Suit [A] Universal Mechanics “Snapdragon” Coil Pistol [B] Universal Mechanics Reinforced Buckler [C] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Jester’s Kestrel was similar to Dark Elf - it was slim and light. But it also stood at a standard height, and had slightly beefier armor in comparison. Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight.

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

She turned it on and a google search on Joseph King came up. “I was just trying to figure out who he was and what he was capable of. Jensen, he has done some horrible things and always gets away with it. I just don’t want to lose you. I have already lost my family, I can’t lose you too. Please stay with me in Rome.” I laughed and this upset her more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” I stopped laughing and looked at her. “I am laughing because he may be dangerous, but I am worse. He won’t even know what hit him when I am done with him. I can promise you that.”

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."

And now he had the audacity to sit there looking entertained. “I’m Jenna Carter,” I said, my voice low and shaking in a way I hated, but steady enough to carry the weight of my anger. “And I don’t let things go. Especially when I’m insulted and assaulted.” His laugh came out soft but It was worse than if he had yelled. “Alec,” I continued, my jaw tightening, “whatever you think you are… you just started a war you will never win. I will make sure I end you.” He laughed again louder this time, head tilting back slightly like the threat genuinely entertained him.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m