Novel & Cerita Joker Insanity

If someone would see him at that moment, that person would think that he was insane. Maybe I really am insane. I probably have grown crazier overnight. Sane hated himself. He couldn't understand what had happened for him to almost end everything. He dared not to think about everything bad that could have resulted if ever his cold body would have been found lying on the pavement in front of the academic building. Those possible consequences would surely haunt him even in his sleep as that was the first time that that happened to him. It was the first time that he attempted to do that.

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

“I –” “Alright, enough,” Joker snarled, totally done here. “Jesus fuck, you really think we wanna listen to this shit? You’re fucking disgusting, both of you prick-loving losers.” “Yeah, Joker’s right.” Nails lifted his chin, and the circle of men tightened. “I’ve been lenient because I have to admit, this had a certain entertainment value, but now I’m fucking grossed out. You going to come quietly, Cuddy, or do we have to drag you?”

Andreas quietly nodded affirmatively; Well, well, that's great Joker as if he's going to vomit; Oh my God, my stomach turned and I feel nauseous from just opening your mouth and your stench came out of it. Andreas smiles angrily and madly, his smile shows his teeth, so that joker really triggered his madness, and woe to Andreas madness Joker smiles slyly;

I am deep in thought as Alfred pulls the SUV into my parking spot at Brandford & Associates. I get out and make my way to the elevator. Several people get on and off during the course of the 21 floors. I hate that I wanted to be normal when there really isn't anything normal about me. I should have had a private elevator installed so that I wouldn't have to watch the women drool over me as we share the elevator. Luckily for me the no one gets on after the 18th floor and I have the space all to myself. I jump at the sound of the doors opening as I see Robin standing close to her desk holding out the offending file.

Adriana POV Raptor's eyes burned with anger as he continued to glare at the rival group of bikers. The tension in the air was palpable, a volatile mix of resentment and hostility. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions. "He should be taught a fucking lesson," Raptor growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. The incident that had transpired between them had ignited a fire within him, fueling a desire for vengeance. He felt the weight of injustice pressing on his chest, urging him to take action.

She leaned over, keeping her eyes on him. “Did he just put himself in time out?” She asked, raising a brow at the other man. “Uh… I think so…” Kane said, frowning… “Uh, Joker?” “Hmmm?” He asked, keeping his face towards the wall. “Whatcha doing buddy?” Kane asked, a little confused. “I’m in time out….” Joker mumbled. “Why?” Kane asked, truly confused. “My sister lectured me recently about the things that I say… She says that I’m an insensitive, mansplaining douchebag, with the undeserved ego the size of Texas….”

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

I felt an overwhelming sense of gratification after looking at Vivian's miserable state. It was only just the beginning, though. It wasn't long before Brandon heard Vivian's agonized cries and quickly ran over, grabbing Peter's arm. "What are you doing, Mr. Nash?" Brandon grew increasingly anxious when he saw his beloved's swollen, bruised face. Mr. Lister was even more frantic than he was. "You're here at just the right time, Brandon! Do you know why you weren't accepted into any university?" Brandon, who had been fully intent on intervening, froze where he stood, his anxious expression instantly paralyzing. "What are you talking about, Mr. Lister?"

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.