Joker Cry Novels & Stories

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

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.

Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "Stop it..people are looking at us like we are jokers." I breath out between my laughs . He smirks at me and say smugly. "I can be your joker , you can be my Harley quin" and winking at me. "Ooh...How cheesy. But sorry I am allergic to cheese." I wave my hand off in a dismissing manner. He sighs, heavily before replying. "Way to break a guy's heart" And make a sad face.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

He’s not making any sense to me, perhaps his drunkenness is making him address me in third person. “I hurt her, Jo. I… Forgive me.” Then he breaks down. Jude Walker, stoic bad boy with no care in the world, starts sobbing like a baby. At first I’m too shocked to do anything. I kneel there frozen and watch him. He’s not exactly full out bawling, but he’s hiccupping a lot and tears are running down his face into the covers. His chest and stomach jerks as he sucks in deep uneven breaths. He turns onto his stomach, hiding his crying face into the sheets.

he asked, his voice softening as he took in my state. I lifted my gaze to his, and the dam broke. A loud, anguished cry tore from my throat, echoing off the mansion's walls. Tears streamed down my face, and my body shook with sobs. Luther's expression crumpled, and he gathered me into his arms, holding me tight as I cried.. My body convulsed with sobs, each breath catching in my throat. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to breathe. “Joanna. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry….” He brushed his hands through my back comforting me and I wished I could stop crying but I couldn't. I pulled away, my breathing coming in pants as I tried to explain.

Ian was left alone to fend for himself through all the anguish of not only losing his baby sister, but his mother as well. He is one of the strongest people I know physically and emotionally. At times I believe that's why he always cracks jokes, as his way of brushing any feelings away. " Hey Artic! Do you know what kind of underwear clouds wear?" I chuckle lightly as I say " No, I do not know what kind of underwear clouds wear, Ian." "Thunder wear!" He says in a rumbling voice, before laughing and myself as well. But then again, I think Ian enjoys telling cheesey jokes! He's completely and utterly the biggest dork! " Ian, you are the cheesiest person in the universe!" "And you, love ever

He restrained the urge since Feng Zheng refused to be touched. The sobbing turned into light weeping, and Ryan hiccuped embarrassingly. He never cries in front of someone else! Not to mention, his crying fit was triggered by the original. Somehow, due to the stress, Ryan exaggerated cries had turned into a miserable wailing out of his own control.

"To hell and you will have to get used to this hell." Rex warned her. Poor innocent Julie did not know the reason for the anger of the angry man standing in front of her. She started crying again. Seeing her crying like this, Rex got even more angry with her. And he said while grinding his teeth in anger, "Don't try to console me by pretending to cry in front of me. This effort will backfire on you. I like this room to be clean. It has reached this state because of you. So you will have to clean it, understand."

Loved watching me writhe, he once told me it made him harder, and he loved seeing me looking so helpless and vulnerable it made the sex ten times better. He turned to glare at me, and if his looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders like his death glare didn’t mean a thing. “Hunter hates it when I cry. When I send him those videos, a few tears. My tears, they work like magic on him.” “You made your point.” Doctor Jace grunted through clenched teeth.