Joker Scared Novels & Stories

Joe asked me as I sat on the kitchen island. I took a seat and then sighed, "what do you mean? I didn't do anything." I shrugged. "Don't even think of lying." "I'm not." I defended myself as I ran my hands through my hair. Joe was quiet for some time but then spoke up later, "you're scared. It's okay and totally fine to be scared. Trust me Jake is noting like Bellios."

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.

“How you looked when Joker Kane cut me. The – the look in your eyes.” He was silent. He could only imagine what he must have looked like. “Did I scare you?” he said in a small voice, afraid to hear the answer.

"So why do you joke all the time?" Another long silence. "...Because..." he mumbles. "…If I'm funny..." His voice trails off. "...People... don't notice..." My heart starts beating harder. "Don't notice what?" His lips part. The next words are so soft. “…That I'm so scared." I stop breathing for a second. He doesn't seem to realize what he's admitted. His body has already begun relaxing again, drifting back under. "...Mars?" "...Mm?" "What are you scared of?"

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

One thing I knew, he hated that photo. Before Xavier pushes the door bell, I opened it first making him jump and put her hand on her chest. He Looks at me like I've done something. "You scared me", he hit me with his finger then Looks at me up and down. "Mama mia" she pauses. "you look like a stripper", he laugh loudly and points at my face. I almost bite her finger but he immediately brings it back. "Sorry. It's just... Okay, let's go", he rake my head with his arm. Xavier is like inches tall on me. We have very large height gap that's why he can bully me anytime. She knew, I always being called a stripper.

Jace exploded. I hated that word, Murderer. It struck something deep inside me, something raw and buried. My chest tightened violently, memories crashing in all at once, the sirens, the metal, the darkness. The PTSD clawed its way up my spine. “Shut up,” I warned, my voice flat, controlled, but barely. Jace burst into a perilous laugh. “Look at you, so scared. Scared you might lose Zara. She needs to know how much of a monster you are! I told her, I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen. Thank God I did my investigation.”

The incident left Jada feeling terrified. She gulped and was completely bereft of ideas. "What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, and one person can't possibly go up against so many people. I'm more than confident that a third-tier family like us can handle a pesky little hothead like him!" Victor glanced at his men and felt more certain of his abilities.

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.