Novel & Cerita Joker Nicknames

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

I said sending him a sad smile. "Who took you to get trained by them?" Dad asked. "Jake and Mary." I said making his facial expression drop and was replaced with a cold expression. "What is the nickname you go by?" Alessandro asked coldly. "Dark Angel." I said making some of them shocked, and some of them were even amused. "You are Dark Angel." Luca asked amused. "Yes, I'm Dark Angel." I said smirking. "Who would have thought?" Nico said making me chuckle.

Too bad for her; I wouldn't let her go once I had her. We run an organization that specializes in black market jobs. If you want something done, you come to us and leave us a card with your number. For a Diamond, you need something stolen; heart, you need a spy or a honey pot to find out information we got you; Spade, you need someone taken out and disposed of; and Club, you need someone to be neutralized; your choice of the severity of beating. But, of course, it's more complicated than that. My siblings are all training to take over the business from our cunt of a mother. Four of us are technically five, but Joker felt more like a friend than a brother. I am the firstborn, followed by King

Like, cartoon-level dropped. “Angel… just how rich are you?” He whispered it like the gates were holy. Kai grimaced. “What is ‘Angel’ supposed to be?” “That’s what I want to call you,” Jaden said with a grin that felt like a secret. “My nickname is Devil. People call me that when I get creative. So I want you to be the Angel to my Devil.” Kai scoffed. “Before you brand someone with a halo, maybe find out who the hell they actually are.”

Seriously, his talent for thinking of endless nicknames for me is limitless. "Do you think you will ever run out of giving me nicknames, my king?” “Never. I want to keep you laughing and smiling for the rest of my life with my nicknames for you, queen mama.” I laughed again, and the boys chuckled. Jaxon looks proud of himself, yet again, with his creativity and ability to make me laugh. When we reached the prison, I got out, and the guards ran up to me. “King Jude, Alpha, Luna, Beta…I’m sorry, but it’s dangerous to enter right now. There is a prison riot going on, and it’s getting difficult to contain.”

“And you think I’ll take that just because you said so? We’re in this, till I say we aren't…missy.” “Enough with the weird names. You know my name—Nicole.” He turned his head slightly, his grin just infuriating enough to make my fingers twitch. “Why? Does it make your heart flutter when I call you names?” I scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, I’ll jump off a cliff. Just call me by my name.” He hummed, pretending to think. “Nah, they fit you better. Shorty” he smirked. “Oh, really?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Then I guess I’ll call you Ego head from now on. That’s for when you talk too much. And Hockman…for when you call me by my surname.”

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

The years had flown by and now the city knew someone had stood up to the Lords. They called them "neros." Which literally meant black. Jessy and Nicky were now officially super heros to those who saw them as such, and to others they were enemies, those who made more gains from the frivolous business of the gang men. Some of these people included; the bar owners, prostitutes and also the local police. The duo posed a threat to these vital communities.