Joker Sane Novels & Stories

“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

I ask, leaning back on the sofa. Bronx has been through a lot in the past few months, but he is finally getting the help he needs. He even agreed to be on medication to keep Saint under control. Last week I asked him what it felt like being on all those medications. The only description he could give was ‘too happy’. “Like SpongeBob happy?” I asked. “More like, the Joker, happy.” He replied with a frown.

She walks in and sits down, and we both breath out a sigh of relief. I want to believe I've escaped Wesley, but after ten years, I don't have much hope that I have. "So, that was Joker." Ebony smiles at me. "You never mentioned him," I explain. "We weren't allowed. He's my dad’s best friend. They grew up together. My dad is marrying Joker's daughter." My eyes widen. "Your dad is fucking brave." I wouldn't go near anyone in Joker’s family. Let alone his daughter! "He got a few hits for it, but they are friends, so fixed it quickly. Anyway, Joker has bipolar, schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder and some other things. He’s officially crazy," she shrugs.

He has started going to the company again even though he wasn't able to focus on work much but still, to keep his mind busy he was even overworking himself. He even got severely sick last week because of continuous work and no break. His mother felt like crying seeing her son's condition. He looked messed up. He was restless and she knew he wants Catelin. Her absence had left a huge impact on his health. Now his parents finally understood. It wasn't just the treatment he needed. It was her as well. He got his sanity back but it was working properly because she was here. Near him. She is indeed His Sanity. Lucifer had to skip his company today because of being unwell. He slowly opened his tir

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

Joker began in a low voice that was full of menace. Shooter narrowed his eyes for a moment but Bear shot him a glare and he nodded and leaned back. He ran a hand down his face as he sighed, "I know. I wasn't thinking but I never pointed it at her. I would never harm her. I just panicked. There was so much blood and screaming and all I could see or think about was her. Keeping her safe." I looked at Joker and he shrugged at me after a moment of silence. I could tell that he didn't know if he believed him or not. Neither did I but right now we had to move on and Joker knew that.

“You blame me for fucking up your father-son relationship but just know now that your relationship would have not been the only thing you lost. If I wasn’t “merciful” Touché. Alexei, the psychopath, still had his smile but it was significantly tighter. He stared at Demetrio hard and I wondered what sick thoughts were going on in his head. Then his face relaxed and he was back to Joker mode as if nothing happened. “I guess we can call it even then,” His smile broadened like he found the situation funny, like he hadn’t been shooting death rays at Demetrio only a few seconds ago. His unsettling eyes rested on me, “Besides, it seemed like I gave you quite an easy choice to make.”

“ 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.

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

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?"