Joker Friendship Novels & Stories

“Or maybe I should say, we have something to tell you all. I am glad Eirika's friends are here to share in the good news…” “Oh, boy!” Caineghis said. “Boss!” said York. “Finally!” Jarom exclaimed. “Are you guys going to shut up and actually let me say what I have to say?” he said and even though his voice sounded stern, there was an underlying friendly disposition there that depicted a deep friendship that had weathered storms. And that was further buttressed when York suddenly wrapped his arms around Arric’s shoulders. Nina and Toby laughed when Arric let out a long-suffering sigh.

Firash was quite interested in this Joker guy. Firash had been friends with all of Mandrill’s guys except Joker and someone named Daddy. Both of them put their guard up and eye-sided him most of the time. Even their Captain wasn’t as difficult as them. “Captain, Daddy, Sweetie, and Joker… they are geniuses.” Aidan introduced himself willingly. “Captain was known as a clumsy genius, Daddy was known as a hand genius, Sweetie was generally a random knowledge genius while Joker was a science genius.”

Her smile was watery. "Especially if they're not what you want to hear." I tapped on the table. "I know we only met today, Jen, but witnessing my break-down and not letting me wallow, and then helping me with the enormous task of furnishing and cleaning my new home-that's a bonding experience. You don't walk away from that." Jenny nodded. "The best friendships begin over a composting toilet." She lifted her wine glass. "To Bobby Lucas and Ken Skaggs and St. Agnes and trailers and fake boyfriends."

Lexi demanded. Maverick, Maddox, Pamela, and Lexi show up at the Joker's MC clubhouse on Friday night. They went to the game room where they knew TJ would be playing pool. Trish was there of course. "Hey bros!" TJ met them on the other side of the table for a fist bump. "Glad you could make the party." "Of course, bro. Wouldn't miss a chance to party." Maverick replied. "Since when did the two of you become buddies?" Trish sneered.

he agreed with a curt nod, "so, I'm doing the same. Don't insult me by thinking you're putting me out of my way. I want to do this." "Aren't you uncomfortable doing these things?" "Not in the least bit," he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, "you're my ride or die. We support each other because that's what best friends do." The corner of my lips lifted into a shaky smile, "You're an amazing human being. I wonder how you're even related to Gunnar and Ace sometimes if I'm being honest." "I'm related to total idiots but I love them," Jericho laughed and it sounded strained, forced even. He was laughing for my sake and not because he wanted to.

"Got it, Ma'am. One cold fresh juice is on the way." "Thank you, handsome," she giggled. She was very lucky with Alcot. Ever since the joker decided to stay with her, he has put himself in danger. She knew he would be the focus of everyone's attention who was looking for her because he was her closest friend. And when he suddenly disappear or they don't see Alcot there, they will think that he really helps her. She had said several times that she was fine and that she could do it alone but his decision to go with her was really complete. And throughout their moments together, she experienced and felt all the things that she hoped about her mate would do to her, by the genuine love of the jok

She was his sunshine while he was in the dark, looming cloud promising destruction. When I am not working, I am getting tattooed. Was it the healthiest form of therapy? Nope, but did I give a shit about that? Also, no. That is the only time I see or spend time with Joker lately. I miss my friend. That’s what he is, my best friend who has always friendzoned me. I really fucking hate the friendzone. Other than missions, he and I have a don’t ask don’t tell policy on who we fuck. If I knew who he was sleeping with, I would arrange their deaths. It was better for everyone that they remain faceless.

“They sound fun.” “They are,” I say, which is apparently the wrong answer. Jordan’s whole body snaps upright. “Sorry, run that back? They are? As in plural? As in more than one fun? As in multiple people entertained you today?” I stare at him. “Are you okay?” “No,” Jordan says immediately. “Absolutely not. I’m your main queer friend. I built this position from the ground up. I earned this. And now you’re telling me the Queer Avengers assembled the moment you showed up and you just slotted in? Like a puzzle piece?”

This is an advantage for me. “You love birds, you have to be on your way already.. Go go go ahead” My dad says jokingly wearing a broad smile on his face. Jason and I leave for the party his best friend is hosting for us. Our proposal. “So Jason tell me about Richard. He seems to be really cool” I ask softly, almost like I’m whispering. “ Richard and I grew up together under the same roof. We’ve grown to become fond of ourselves over the years, and we even run our business together”

Her vision blurred and the world around her began to spin and slow down. The security and stability that engulfed her world was the reason Becky knew that she had found her true love. And why wouldn't she? There was a steady amount of trust between them, so she never got to worry about him breaking up or leaving her abruptly. He was a real man who was courteous, kind, and reliable. What else could you call a man who nourished and strengthened your relationship through ongoing, honest communication and teamwork other than a real man? He accepted all of her, supported her, listened to her and even made her laugh whenever she was feeling blue. How could he suddenly change? Why had he changed?