Joker Lines Novels & Stories

Diego scoffed. "The woman I have picked out will be quite the opposite. I am sure of it." Joker replied. "Why is she a lesbian?" Sym asked. "No. She's just, how do I say this nicely? A good girl." Joker laughed. That caught Cage's attention. There's no way Joker meant his beautiful good girl, right? Now he was paying attention to what Joker was saying. Joker explained the rules. Brothers could bet one night, one week, or one month. "What's your bet, Joker?" Diego asked.

You should let her stew in fear for a bit. After all, all I needed was one more month. Just one month to back Erin into a corner. Eric smiled and said, "Am I that stupid in your eyes? I won't be giving her a dime even if you didn't bring it up. I'm no saint. It's one thing for her to use my money to fool around with other men. It's quite another for her to drain me dry so she can live happily ever after with another man." He continued, "That request doesn't count. You should think of another one."

Machine asked, raising a brow. Joker sighed and looked away knowing that Machine and Kane were right. They were always getting in trouble because she was doing something insane that got them all in trouble. After a moment he chuckled and shook his head. “True.” Joker said, smiling softly. “I was always in trouble because of her.” “Hey, Ronald.” Dex said, when the journalist picked up. “Dex! Good to talk to you. What’s the word? Did Margo give a green light on running the story yet?” He asked.

I am madly in love with you. The Joker On Halloween.

I just proved the research of Joker a while ago. Some of them tried to get away from the arms of my henchmen however, they are way stronger than them so there is no way in hell that they are going to get away. Joker and the others then placed them on a wheelchair and they even made sure to tie both their arms and legs on the chair, preventing them to move. “Watch me have fun tonight, southeastern region and I am going to show you what is the consequence of you lying straight at my face. So, let’s start this.” I said as I grab the gun from my thighs and I immediately shot the first one straight at his head.

“Joke’s on her, isn’t it? You’re the worst one in the lineup.” I don’t answer. Because he’s right. I meet his gaze, cold and unblinking. “She’s not getting past Key One.” Julian gives a single nod. “Then make sure she doesn’t.” Elliot raises his glass, vulgar as ever. “Here’s to Lana Reyes. The girl betting her soul that your obsession has limits.” I don’t toast. I don’t blink. Because I already know how this ends. She thinks the Black Room is where she earns her freedom.

“What now.” Jason leaned against the wall, grinning just a little. “I need more.” Marcus went completely still. The towel in his hand stopped moving. “…you’re joking right.” “Not really.” The word landed like a punch. Marcus felt his stomach drop. He stared at Jason, waiting for the punchline that never came. Jason just kept smiling that same easy smile like he was asking about the weather. “Five hundred again. I’ve got some stuff coming up and I’m a bit short.”

Spencer stormed out in a fury, his chest tight with anger. Back at Nightfall… Isolde moved with swift, decisive efficiency. She reorganized K's workstation and reassigned his duties. K sat in front of the computer, his face drained of life as he muttered to himself in despair, "Is Joker even still human? He crushed me with words alone, ground me into the dirt, and kept me there. His skill level is absurd. Do I even have a chance of beating him in this lifetime?"

“If I get that woman here, and Joker and Sands and a few of the other hardcore guys get it into their heads to help Jensen out, and teach Crusher Alcott’s sister a lesson? I’ll stop it, no doubt. That’s my prerogative as President – but I can’t always be there. Accidents happen in the clubhouse back rooms, all the time. You get what I’m saying?” “Yeah.” Jack’s blood ran cold at the thought of the kind of ‘accident’ that could befall an innocent woman at Joker Kane’s hands. The man was an abusive monster, a convicted rapist, and by King’s Men’s best guess, he’d killed four women, that they knew of. Joker loved strangling women and then slashing their throats, and even though everyone knew wha

“Education, stability, a future. If you’re choosing to throw that away…” “I’m not…” “You are,” he cut in. “And if that’s the case, then you will figure things out on your own.” The words settled, heavy and final. I swallowed. “…So that’s it?” “That’s it.” QThe line went dead. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the screen like it might change its mind. For a moment, I just stood there. Then I let out a short breath, something between a laugh and disbelief. “…Okay.”