Jesters Privilege Novels & Stories

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

Harris agreed and nodded, chiming in, “At your age, with your health condition, shouldn't you calm down a bit? He hates that you haven't exhausted your luck and still have a life? Then live to show him. Live for another five hundred years!” Mauricius glanced at Harris. Harris was his brother, and he had arrived in time today. Although his words were crude, they made sense. He settled back into his wheelchair. Micah finally understood that all of this was just a show. Jasper's desire to take this position was just a pretense. He had been pushed out by his mother, Jenell, to stand against him, making it not so easy for him to win over those nobles and tycoons.

Harvey shrugged as he looked at the Priestess's cold expression. "I didn't expect someone with your status to be so petty. Are you here to bother me over the Staff of Jekuthiel, too?" The Priestess choked, but she remained icy and composed. "I'm not going to argue with you about who’s right or wrong about that staff right now. However, both Ms. Juliana and Mr. Hawk are guests of the Sacred Keep, and you dare break their legs in front of our gates? That's a direct insult! That's why I won't allow you to enter today. Leave!"

The woman stood up and said, "Good afternoon to all of us. Unbeknownst to you all, Jester is in full custody of the next heir of more than ten companies in different countries. As a result, I'd like to solicit additional comments from you regarding our next course of action under this agreed-upon strategy." Everyone looked at each other, as if they were thinking only one thing. One said that they should take good care of the child and raise him well, while another suggested that he must increase the number of heirs so that another man could have a partner. Therefore, the majority came to mind, and eventually there was a vote. When Jester came out of the board meeting room, he was just an idi

My words tumbled out, desperate and broken. But he just stared at me like I was nothing. Like he didn’t feel the same fire burning in my chest that was eating me alive. My voice cracked. "You felt it… you have to." But King Jester only shook his head slowly, as if I were some crazy stranger. "You’re a Stealer," he said, his voice low but heavy, like thunder before a storm. "Men feel strange things around you. They mistake it for a bond, but it’s fake. It’s cursed. You are cursed."

His mother was all praises about her, and being a Nyxian princess, it wouldn’t have been easy to impress Cressida. Madam Josefa had met with Jester in a restaurant called Piper’s Castle, where they had excellent beer (Jester, of course, had a hardy tolerance for alcohol being a god and all) and savory chicken roast that she had claimed was a family recipe. Once the plates were cleared away and he was offered some purple cake to sober up (which he refused, paranoid as he is), the old lady told him about her visions and what he would be expected to do once he joined the Fourth.

“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!”

Arlo clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over, his face full of mockery. "Can you come up with a more believable lie? That crappy bracelet of yours looks moldy, and you're calling it priceless?!" The two lackeys behind him burst into harsh laughter as well. "That color looks just like a beer bottle. Did you grind it down yourself or something?" "With how broke she looks, she probably couldn't even afford the processing fee. I bet she got it by sleeping with some old fucker!"

But still, one thing he had to mention. “Jester was still alive yesterday. Who knows, maybe, he will be able to strengthen our pack.” “If it happens so, question him in detail about what really happened that night. Make him aware that his honour has suffered a lot.” “Yes, sir!” Stacy confirmed once more and left the office. The black beast picked up from the table Jenn’s clothes and squeezed. He realised that he wanted from her something more than just the money. Jester was lying alone inside a cavern in a place immersed in darkness. But, because of the candle standing on the bedside table, there was a chance to see his head bandaged in a white dressing.