Joker Game Novels & Stories

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

She grabbed one of the men by the shoulder tightly and demanded, "What did you say? How do you know about this?" The man froze when he saw her face and stammered, "Dr. Ackerman, I didn't leak it. Every doctor in the hospital received the email. It was that video of you and Levi." Luna rushed to her computer in a daze, and sure enough, the video was there. Although it only showed their faces, the flashing pink leather whip and Levi's breathless, pained moans made it unmistakably clear what was happening. Luna sat frozen in front of the screen.

I replied, sinking into the couch with a calm voice. Maverick chuckled before he went on, "So, the company we're representing is Cosmos Property Group, a giant in the domestic real estate scene. "Cosmos Property has been keeping an eye on your stellar track record in the industry, especially your hat trick as the top salesperson for three years running, not to mention the rave reviews you get from clients. These are the kind of qualities Cosmos Property really values." He took a brief pause, picking up the pace a bit.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

He studies me quietly his gaze unwavering. Then,without a word, he reaches into his jacket and pull something out then slides it across the table. A black card. Sleek. Weightless. Menacing in its simplicity. “Isn’t five million enough for you?” he says, voice smooth as glass. “I can offer you a sum of money which you will find impossible to turn down as payment.”

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

Fueled by relentless hustle and innate flair, my jewelry creations shone at major fashion weeks and earned me prestigious international awards. Promoted to chief designer at Lumina, I was sent home to spearhead the expansion. On my inaugural day, I slipped into a cozy café for lunch when a hesitant voice pierced the din. "Troy Nielsen? Is that you?" I turned to see a familiar face. I remembered Jenny Pike, a classmate who sat in front of me back in high school. Her eyes bulged, scanning me with unmasked awe and disbelief. "Gosh, it's really you. You've totally reinvented yourself."

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

And with that, he snatched up his glass and downed it in one go. Amelia smiled faintly as she watched him. Under the table, hidden from view, she held a card, the Joker she had initially drawn. “Alright, let's go!" Mark boomed, pounding the table. "Round two! I'm back, baby!" Amelia’s smile lingered. Quiet, knowing. She slid the Joker back into the deck. The game rolled on. The drinking games had gone on for too many rounds. Everyone was more than a little drunk. “Cheers!" Mark raised his glass high, his cheeks flushed red. He clinked glasses with Jessica. "Bottoms up! No one's going home until we've had our fill!"