Joker Game の小説・ストーリー

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

Larissa almost vomited on the spot! She interpreted Remiel's actions as arrogance and was resolved to seek revenge once her stomach cramps subsided. Ambrose took a step forward to shield Larissa and gazed fiercely at Remiel. Remiel felt uninterested under Ambrose's intense gaze and turned his attention to the passengers. "Before the game begins, let me introduce myself. I am Remiel. This name may be unfamiliar to you all. Perhaps you have heard my other name before, Joker." Everyone's expressions changed at the mention of "Joker". Ambrose, who was typically calm, now displayed a serious expression.

At that time, they didn't take no for an answer, chasing him, until he was ambushed with his uniform by several villains, throughout the week, he watched while fleeing, when Joker, managed to invade a school, taking several children, hostages, when invading the place, jumping through the window, Joker and several of his henchmen, threw that green powder in his direction, which he tried not to inhale, he realized that it seemed to be a relaxant. - Damn it, it's an ambush. - He tried to escape, when a series of children contaminated by the green gas with smiles, chasing him trying to bite him, he tried to jump out the window, seeing that the children, were chasing him, with such a desire to bi

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

Yenn reached out his hand nervously deciding to choose one on Jiwoon's hand, one’s a joker and the other is A which is his card's pair. They had a punishment in this game, its on terms with the outcome of the play. If two people are left the one who lose will do the wish of the other player, they agreed at the first round of the game as they all had motives, a prank or whatever. Yenn hesitantly picked the one on the left and saw that it was the joker! He frowned deeply, shuffling the two cards on his hand and held it out waiting for Jiwoon to pick as his inner self hope for him to pick the joker but Jiwoon nonchalantly picked the left card in his hand which is the ‘A' making Yenn lose. He fl

I dropped Jamie down whose tiny little feet chased after mine softly as we walked to the position where Archie and Tristan sat. They were playing cards, definitely Archie teaching my son how to gamble since he believed Tristan had an unusual luck which was in all honesty true as Tristan was too lucky for his own good. “Three pairs.” Archie said as he dropped his card while Tristan frowned as Archie cheered before I watched a smirk appeared on my son’s face. “A royal flush.” Tristan said as he dropped the cards resulting in Archie’s smile dropping as he stared at the cards. “I know you cheated you little cheat.” Archie said as he pointed at my son who raised his hands.

He loved games and everything else wasn’t necessary for him. After years of parting from the game world he made a nice come back in the industry and conquered the world of players again. The years didn’t stained his skills and he was still very good. True, the chair at the top was nice and comfy however, for him it wasn’t enough. The thrill had fade and everything fell apart. He wasn’t satisfied. Not until then he came across the game ‘Arc of SHION’ … In the vast forest of Lunu, prospers a thick bamboo forest. The spring had come and the leaves were lush green. Many birds sang in the wind as the bamboos gently shook in the air leaving a trail of falling leaves in the air.

“Then let’s make a deal.” Emma raised her head. “A deal?” “You wanted my help with foreign languages, didn’t you? I’ll help you, but only if you answer my questions. How about it?” Gene’s voice was calm, her condition delivered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Emma agreed at once, and thus began the exchange between the two.

“You’ll punch me and land back in holding? Save the macho routine, Rambo.” He stared out the window, jaw clenched. Then, slowly, he turned his head. “You think just ‘cause you wear a suit and parrot orders, you’re better than me? I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been relevant.” “You’re right,” I said coolly. “But being in the game and winning are two different things. You fight like a dog. Storm plays like a king.” “And you?” he snapped. “What are you? His jester?”

“Is that Gucci?” “Yeah, and thanks.” The elevator comes to a stop at the lobby, and we get out. Archer holds my hand and we continue our awkward-as-fuck walk down the block. My family is loud. Between the seven of us, someone is always talking. I wonder how things are with the Joneses, and if the lack of conversation has to do with the fact Bobby showed up, obviously high on something, hurt me, and is MIA.