Novel & Cerita Kaitou Joker

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Step the fuck away from her Pius.” He said angrily. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me or angry at–wait what? Puis? His name is Pius? Why do I feel like I've heard it before? Before I could react to anything, I felt a hand at the back of my neck and the next thing I knew, warm, moist lips on mine. It was Joker…and he was kissing me, what? He broke the kiss with a wide smile before getting inside his car and driving away. I was so perplexed, what was that for? I felt so disgusted, why?

Everyone knew he ran the narcotics underworld across his region—but it was the trail of broken alliances and burnt-out labs that made people fear him. “He owns nothing,” came a calm voice from the far end. Kaito Nakamura. The oldest among them. Wrinkles lined his forehead, but his posture was straight as a sword. He wore a grey suit with a thin blue tie, no jewelry, no flash—only quiet authority. The others often shouted to be heard. Kaito whispered, and the room went silent. He had survived every shift in power across Asia and the Pacific. That made him dangerous. Zayn’s gaze swept to Mikhail Orlov, who had not said a word.

Fucking pussy. “Bartender?” Trigger said. “You mean Carter?” “Dunno,” Lizard said. “Blond bastard with a redneck drawl.” “Yeah, that’s Carter. Fuck.” Trigger paced, thinking hard. “Joker’s gonna lose his shit when he finds out that his cousin is still there.” “Yeah, well, the kid knows exactly nothing. What the hell can he tell them that they won’t be able to figure out on their own?” “Yeah, that’s true.” Trigger sucked in air. “So, I guess we just wait. I expect to hear from someone at that end shortly.”

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

He said walking over to another work. I followed him and filled him in on the information concerning that art work and others he pointed until he came to stand in front of a large map spread on one wall. He was silent for a moment and I wondered what was on his mind. "You like maps?" I asked him. "I've always wanted to join the navy. But as a child, I wanted to be captain hook who sails the seas across the world." He said to me, "Nice dream. I actually wanted to be the Joker from Batman." I responded.

Swearin', I jump and rush over, grabbin' the photo that I know she means, before rushing back to her. "You need to crawl to the back Kitten, get in the garage, I'll meet you there. Get the key for the bike, go." I push her away from me, and she shakes her head. "Please, Kitten, go." I wait, and she nods and begins to crawl off. Joker won't be happy and might just kill me, but I have to. Pourin' out the alcohol along the front of the house, I try and stay low to avoid the bullets. As soon as the bottle is empty, I set fire to the trail, and turn and run.

Beside him, little Nizelda clung tightly to old Rhea’s rough dress while several younger children crowded nervously around them. Then suddenly, laughter exploded from above. “LOOK AT THIS THING!” The entire gathering looked up reluctantly. Alpha King Kaito stood atop the raised platform grinning like a drunken performer instead of a ruler. He was the richest slave master of the century. In his hands was a strange metallic object connected with wires and a box with blinking lights. A microphone. Or at least, something similar. Kaito held it proudly to his lips while the people stared up in awe. “I bought this beauty....” he declared loudly, “....from those bastard time-traveling scientists of

Cakra then punches the nozzle resulting in the gun bursting out. “Koji! Leave Alfi to me! I leave that Doujin complex to you. Maybe if you kill him, it will wear off.” Kartika exclaimed. Koji then runs in Manik’s direction to attack. Manik easily expands his palm to defend himself. “That’s true, the only way to wear it off is by killing me, but are you even able to do so?” Manik asked. “Tch, we’ll see!” Koji exclaimed keeping slashing that giant palm.

The thing is, he needs to know everything about her and the reason for doing so is a secret that only he knows. “I am her fiance, Cypher Kurt” that is what he said with a stoic expression plastered on his face and the man named Joker just looked at him emotionless - it is the same emotion that he actually see in the face of Shin Alexandra and he cannot help but to think that no wonder they are friends because they act alike. However, at the same time he abhors that thought. “I know who you are” Joker answered which made Cypher Kurt once again grit his teeth out of annoyance.