Joker Cry Novels & Stories

"You're joking with me, right? This is about the pearl." He lifted his head. His face was soaked. His eyes were so red they looked like they were bleeding. "I'll find you a better one. Bigger, more beautiful. Just say something, anything. You can yell at me, I don't care. Lyra, open your eyes." Nothing. He dropped his head again, pressing his forehead hard against my hand. His crying went quiet, became that compressed, strangled sound, the kind that comes not from a throat but somewhere deeper. Worse than screaming.

The one that makes me feel dizzy and intoxicated. "I told you, you're going to like it" "I hate to admit that you're right" Javier chuckles. "I'm right anyway" He holds my hand in his, his long finger drawing an imaginary pattern on the back of my hand. "Bel..." I look up at his face. His eyes fill with tears and worry. Arching my brow, I fly my head up, cradling his cheeks in my hand. "Javier, are you okay?" Javier nods slowly, inhaling sharply... His Adam's apple bobbling up and down his throat as though he's holding his outburst of cry.

I said with stifled breath and he knocked my head. "What was that for?" I yelp, giving him a puppy face. "I'm not bingo stupid, I am Joker." He grins widely, trying to explain to me who Joker was, well I know Joker so he should stop stressing himself out cause I'm not gonna act like I know him. "What do you mean Joker?" I said, squeezing my face at him, "you look horrible, who's the girl that made you do this." He scowls at me and I tap his chest playfully, why is he looking so cute even with red and white paints destroying his face.

I screamed. “I'm sorry Margaret. I didn't mean to kill you. I didn't know it's you, I was just trying to defend myself and my family. I'm sorry Garet, I'm so sorry” I cried out. She smiled, a very weak smile. “Why are you….. being a cry…. cry baby?? You…look like a …. five years old boy ... .with mucus all over your nose when you cry” she tried to crack a joke even in the situation.

He felt as though the door would break open and a horde of zombies would enter, killing them all. He tried his best to keep his focus on the screen, ignoring the muffled noise around him. However, when he heard a low growling beside him, he turned to look at Jade and he began screaming at the top of his lungs. Jade had somehow managed to make herself look like a zombie in the few minutes he was gone. She had plunged at him like she wanted to bite him when he looked at her and as he screamed, she couldn't help but laugh.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

He walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. “Fuck!!!” He cussed again punching the mirror in front of him making him bleed. He washed his hands and calmed down. He walked outside his room and Jennifer in her room on her bed crying. He roamed to her room. “Quit crying.” He says. She continued crying. “That's an order.” “What are you going to do about it? Punish me?!” She yelled to his face while crying and he knew he had hurt her, physically not emotionally then why is she crying?

That woman was too evil and vicious! "Mom." Jerry cried even harder when he saw Jenna. He cried loudly and stretched his arms out to her. Jerry's entire body was drenched, and no one could tell whether he was wet from the water or tears. His face was covered in tears, and his lips pouted, as he cried in fear and sadness. When he saw Jenna, his cries turned worse.

I was giving her plenty of reasons to. “You sound really pathetic. The man’s dick got you in a chokehold this much.” She mocked, her can of beer fizzled as it opened, and she took a few gulps. “Listen,” she said, finally calming down with small sighs. I could feel my eyes shaking in their sockets, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes. How many times was I going to cry? Cry over a man that... “He’s not yours.” Jenny reminded me.

“More than once. Vomit he didn’t care. If I puked at something he did, it was fine because sometimes he got carried away and forgot I was there. Two of his guards would try to stand between me and whatever scene was happening.” “You said vomit he didn’t care but what did he care about?” “Crying. I wasn’t allowed to cry. If I cried it was weak. Why should I cry over a scheming person I’ve never met?” “Crying is an overrated reaction. It is useless really. Personally, I’d rather hear a woman screaming at the top of her lungs than crying pitifully at me.” “I prefer not to cry as well, mostly though, I prefer not needing to.”