Joker Lines Novels & Stories

she said softly. Her voice felt like an anchor. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. “Ava?” she asked gently. I swallowed. “I did it,” I said. Silence. Not the awkward kind. The listening kind. “And?” she asked quietly. I looked at the stick in my hand again. “Two lines,” I whispered. Her breath caught on the other end. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she said, “Are you okay?” The question was simple.

Emma stared at her laptop screen, cursor blinking at the top of a blank document titled "Heat Between the Lines - COMPLETE REWRITE." Three days had passed since Jake's devastating critique and his ultimatum about rewriting her entire romantic arc with authentic emotion. Three days of false starts, deleted paragraphs, and the growing certainty that she had no idea how to write the kind of vulnerable, honest romance Jake was demanding.

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

Damon Cross. He stood in conversation with three men in suits that probably cost more than her entire apartment lease, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely cradling a tumbler of something amber. He wasn’t laughing, but the men around him were. And yet she knew he wasn’t really with them. His eyes were scanning the room.

“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.”

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.

“Oh, yeah, that’s OK. That’s perfect. That’s exactly the kind of thing that I’ve been waiting for.” “I know,” Nails said. “And that’s just the start, Kane. There’s gonna be plenty more blood shed, and skin shredded, and bones broken, before this is all over.” “Man.” Joker opened the office door, feeling twenty pounds lighter, and ten years younger. “I sure as fuck hope so.”

- Trigon said. - I'm not interested in training with demons, not now. – Riyjin Tsuki said. 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.

“His jaw looks like his skull doesn’t have any skin on it. Like, all boney and shit.” “So, chiseled?” Jade asked, voice a little too excited. “Too chiseled,” I snorted. “With eyes that are too blue to be human. And muscles that practically scream steroids. Oh, and not to mention the veins in his hands that would kill him if he held a piece of paper the wrong way.” Silence greeted me from the other end. “Jade?” I asked, trying to make sure my friend wasn’t dead. “Are you there?”

“ 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.