Joker Says Novels & Stories

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”

Marked before birth by a vampire, it's not easy living under the rule of their sworn enemies, the wolves. Bullied and abused, Joy's been an outcast her whole life. Until a wolf saves her and teaches her the secrets of love and pleasure. He says she's his mate, but the only way they can be together is if she's blindfolded, keeping his face a secret until the day comes to make her his wife.

“This wedding is going to destroy the lives of those involved, so why don’t you call it off before it is too late?” She finally speaks up looking me dead in the eyes after hesitating for a while “Call it off?” I scoff as I shake my head no one really understands how badly I want this to end, but I am just so helpless because a lot is at stake for me “You are in the best position to call this wedding off, because if Eden tries it, she has to risk getting disowned by her father so I really hope you can put her out of her misery because she doesn’t deserve any of this at all” she concludes and I scoff again “Well, it’s not like you can put your best friend out of her misery by substituting her as the bride, so stop building castles in the air by thinking you call of the marriage alliance that means so much to both the Kings and the Westons” I advice her “if you can’t do it…” she says clenching her fists “ …I assure you that I will” she says in a resolute voice before storming out of my presence

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

After getting into an accident, I pretend to be an amnesiac to pull a prank on my husband and son. "Who are you guys?" I ask. A hint of delight flickers in my son's eyes. He pulls a woman waiting outside the hospital ward inside and says, "My parents and I came to visit you, ma'am." My husband watches all of this happen without saying a word. He doesn't correct our son.

Prim and proper? That's not Savannah Bea Ann Takahashi-Castillo at all. She's savage, boyish, and a risk-taker. Raised by her four overprotective-brothers, she flees out of their Hacienda for the first time. She meets Phantom Claude Hyperion, a cold, selfish, arrogant bastard, and package full of trouble. Their presence collided, a fire ignites. They never wanted each other but, their body says otherwise. Their destinies never meant to cross, yet they had it. It was impossible, but they couldn't resist.

I fall seriously ill and run a high fever all night that never breaks. A spirit medium says I am possessed and probably will not live past 7th of July. My grandmother does not take it seriously. She starts making me call an urn of ashes "Noah", my brother, and offers it the food she saves up each day. But there is a secret I never tell her. The one who comes to stand by my bed at night is a girl, not my brother.

Seventeen year old Quinn Jackson runs away after being told by her father she's the mate of future Alpha Xavier of a neighbouring pack. With the help of her brother, who doesn't believe this, she runs away, but she's soon found by another Alpha who she starts to fall for, who also says he's her mate. Will she run again, or will Xavier find her before she finds out the truth.

Alexia is a beautiful lady, she marries the love of her life when she is only twenty years old. Her hopefull thoughts of happily ever after turns to doom and when she sees a little bit of hope, she is framed by husband's mistress. "It is either you confess or I divorce you." Edward says calmly, with no emotion. "Let's get divorced then, I am tired of all this." Alexia responds feeling agitated.