Joker With His Face Cut Off Novels & Stories

Or maybe, she simply didn't want to. After much effort, I finally finished replacing the balloons. Just as I stepped out of the private room, a guest from the neighboring room called out to me. "Hey, you over there. Come help cut the cake and serve it." Walking inside, I saw Dad holding his young son, Robby, while someone took pictures. When he noticed I'd accidentally stepped into the frame, he frowned. "Don't you have any awareness? Are all the servers in this restaurant as clueless as you?"

Not gonna happen. I took out my pocket knife from my side pocket, opened it in a blink. I moved towards this hanging clown, placed it on his face making a slight cut, "So, you wanna die so soon?" I chuckled, deepening the cut with a minor force. "Oh no, no no no no ahhhhhhhhh, fuck no" he panicked and I pressured more "Giving up so soon?" his blood was flowing down, I cleaned it with my thumb and lick it, fucking delightful.

"It makes you human. Your father did things that hurt you. Nobody can tell you how to carry that." Jack fell silent, his emotions swirling until he felt he might lose control entirely. Then he remembered something - what his mother used to tell him when things seemed at their wit's end. He closed his eyes and pictured the field of butterflies from his memories. Her voice rose clear in his mind: *"You're my little Joker."*

I said as I grab the gun from my thighs and I immediately shot the first one straight at his head. Joker then threw me my katana that I had him prepared a while ago and without any hesitations, I sliced the second guy’s body into half. Then I pierced my katana straight at the heart off their one and I did all the things that I am able to do to make all of those people that Joker and the others gathered to die and to make their blood flow on the floor. * It took me about ten minutes to finish everyone of them. Joker then handed me a towel and I immediately wiped the blood from my hands. After doing so, I snapped my fingers and automatically my henchmen went to the middle once again and they s

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

Maybe it was my outburst or my anger but I throw away a glass full of water on the floor so that they can hear it and stop. And the magic happened They did stop but their face was not in good condition, blood was dripping from Mr Jensen's lower lip and Mr steward? His eyes were red and bloodshot. "Are you guys insane? Look now your joker's faces will be covered in the newspaper tomorrow," I giggled. I felt Mr Jensen getting tense when he saw all the cameras flashing on his face. So he did what was not expected from him! He proved again that he is a jerk and cannot ever attain himself as a human being.

"Adapting on the fly, giving up home-field advantage, and choosing to go on the offensive. Interesting. Fifth loop in, and you've finally learned how to evolve." He yanked the knife out of his left hand and tossed it aside like trash. Then, he reached up and took off the clown mask. The moment I saw his face, my breath hitched. It was exactly like mine, except… There was a deep, old scar on his left cheek, so severe that it would've shown bone before healing. My own face didn't have it. That was the only difference between us. "I'm you," he said, watching me with a slight smile. "But I'm the you who's already made it through 99 loops."

I was far, reaching there on time is impossible. I threw my knife right at him and fortunately he fell to the ground. I took a deep breath of relief but a gasp left my lips and I immediately pushed my body to the right, making the knife cut the side of my waist, I was able to dodge the stab right on time. Are they allowed to kill us or does this one go against the rules? Before he can stab me again, I turned around and clashed my sword right against his knife. A tall and muscular guy stood in front of me. He was not wearing a mask so his face was clear to me. Not one, not two but he was having many scars on his face.