Joker Cry Novels & Stories

“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.”

I asked him. The moment he saw that I had discovered his secret, or his fuck up, whichever one went well, he started crying. "Why are you crying?" I asked him. But he kept on sobbing. Choosing to express himself in that manner instead of actually telling me the reason for that. I looked at Don and inclined my head at him. It was getting too much. The fuck was he even crying for? Don turned to Jared and held him hy the shoulders. Those lean shoulders of his. "If you don't stop crying this instant, I am going to make sure that you don't see your mother ever again."

Crying will only massage his ego. So I bit my lower lip as my body trembled with frustration. He noticed. “How hard are you trying not to cry right now? Pathetic. He died right beside you and you couldn’t save him. You didn’t even notice.” The dam broke. I couldn't help anymore. “Please — tell me it’s a joke.” “Huh?” He raised a brow, surprised at my sudden switch and plea. I looked up at him, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

I don't know how to explain it, but if I was in his position, I wouldn't cry, but rather beat up that motherfucker and maybe end up in prison and that would cause my mom a heart attack. I understand how he feels right now. Johan isn't the type to cry so easily, of course, he's a man. But, a man does cry sometimes and I think the reason Johan cried was because of the humiliation, he had never experienced before and those guys were jerks. How could they do that to him? And, what about Haru?

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

I'm fearful of suffocating to death. "You're leaving, she sobs, I am gonna miss you so much ",she sobs louder. Seriously I can't breathe she is killing me. Jared laughs hard as I plead with my eyes for help. He laughs more as I choke and try to remain calm. Matt stands looking amused as she loses it again. The crying is almost comical but I know her hormones have not evened out yet so I let her cry.

Her eyes were puffy, and her nose red, her face tearstained. "What?" MJ asked. "Of course not! That's ridiculous, when have you ever seen me cry?! No!" She said in a high pitched voice. Defensive. Jorge just stared at her with a blank expression. All he had done was to ask her if she had been crying, but she was so hysterical about it. Surely she had not looked herself in the mirror. Silently, without taking his eyes off her, he took out his phone from his pocket and without warning, took a picture of her.

"If I hadn't looked, how would I have known that the person my fiance loves the most is his ex-girlfriend?" A flicker of guilt flashed through Jared's eyes, but he immediately blustered to cover it up. "It's just a joke between friends! Must you make such a big deal out of it? I swear, you're getting more and more unreasonable every day!" With that, he haphazardly stuffed the gift boxes back into his suitcase, picked it up, and stormed off to the guest room. All that was left was that cheap pair of pearl earrings lying alone on the floor.

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.

His jaws were sharper than before and now there was a dominating, powerful, intimidating or authoritative aura around him. He walked to the place where everyone was sitting and his gaze moved on his family who were looking at him with shocked expression and tears in their eyes except Digvijay. He was not surprised to see them like this as he was expecting the same thing from them. Lots of emotions were flowing inside him as he was meeting his family after nine years. Freaking 9 years long wait like century passed “JOKER” his voice came out as hoarse and raspy as overwhelming emotions choking him and very next moment he stumbled at his feet as he hit by a force on his chest.