Joker Buff Novels & Stories

Joker waited; he knew better than to ask. Nails threw back his drink, slid open his desk drawer to produce another bottle of Wild Turkey and a second tumbler. Joker watched as Nails poured out two drinks, handed one over to him. He raised his own drink in response to his Prez’s silent toast, tossed down the bourbon. Finally, Nails took his chair, so Joker backed up a few paces and sat himself. It’s time. Thank fucking Christ, ‘cause I was about to rip King’s Garage apart with my bare goddamn hands just to have something to do.

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.”

Scott promised before leaving the room to carry out his orders. Buff Lestrade, who was known as Mister Buff, looked at Wilbur. He asked in a condescending tone, "So, do you have the money?" "I do, but we'll see if you have what it takes to get them," Wilbur teased. Buff was displeased. There was a man next to him with short gray sleeves. He shouted at Wilbur, "How dare you! How dare you talk smack in front of Mister Buff?" "F*ck, let's just beat him up first." The other man with short white sleeves stood up abruptly, ready for a fight.

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

Man, I'm more tired than I realized. Coach Dawson, one of the offensive coaches, walks down the aisle and plops down on the seat across from me. "You becoming a family man, Zavaro?" he asks, slapping a newspaper in my hand. My whole body runs ice cold. No pro athlete wants to hear those words come out of their coach's mouth. I snatch the paper out of his hands and unfold it. Next to me, Christian looks over my shoulder. The headline reads Daniel Zavaro Plays Mr. Mom at Walmart. Is The Long-Time Bachelor Trading in His Cleats for Baby Booties?

She pressed on without pause, "If none of that appeals to you, that's fine. Name your price. Whatever you want, I'll do my best to make it happen." K's gaze flicked sideways, then returned to her for the first time. "Who's Joker?" Isolde froze. "Joker? You mean the legendary hacker?" How was she supposed to know who that was? Then the earlier message came back to her. Someone had sent her K's location, and whoever it was had breached his cybersecurity and defensive protocols with ease. That alone spoke volumes. Could Joker be the one behind it? A spark of admiration lit K's eyes. "Only one person has ever beaten me at this game, and it was him. Let me meet him, and I'll consider joining you.

the man with a scar whispered to Maynard who was sitting focused on the stage. Soon the lights turned off leaving the audience left in silence and nervousness for the sudden black out. It was when the spotlight pointed at the person at the center, wearing a joker mask. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Joker, your host for tonight's auction.” The crowd immediately liven up with applause, the announcement of the Joker means the fun will start. Both men watched as the program proceeded and the bidding kept on higher grounds. It was then when the next item for bidding caught their attention.

She loved playing the joker, but she would end anyone that put that look on her bestfriend fact "I received a text from Jia this morning," Sebestian said with a sigh. "I told her I wanted to sort this lot out before I tried to get a meeting set up with any of the B-Grade Wolf, apparently she had other ideas though. She set up a meeting with the leader of one the most powerful B-Grade Wolf, the new leader of all B-Grade Wolf in Nigaland, tomorrow on my behalf" he said, wishing he had something to kick

See babbbbby, I would kill for youuu. I mean die for you... "Okay, I'm changing this right now." I picked up my phone to change my ringtone, my ringtone for four years. I rubbed my eyes. "Jenny," the caller ID read. Why was Jenny calling me? My eyes drifted towards the top left corner of my screen. 8:45! I rushed towards the toilet but stopped and stilled myself. Okay Soph, where do you think you're going? Huh? You've lost your job. Parker is going to kill you! You're dead! Gone! Dismissa! Fireda! Alright, don't panic. You're now jobless but still don't panic. Now you'll blow bubbles and fight crimes.

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.