Laughter Joker Novels & Stories

"Yes, they like to joke. You know there's nothing going on between me and her." Just as he finished speaking, a child, just over a meter tall, ran out from another room, hugging Jerome's waist affectionately. "Daddy, why did you come out? Come back and keep playing Ludo with me!" I immediately recognized the child—Miranda's son, Alex Shaw. Three years ago, he had been small and skinny. Now, he was chubby and rosy-cheeked. Meanwhile, my children were nothing but skin and bones, helping me labor in the fields daily.

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.

"Be careful. I don't want you limping for the wrong reasons." "I'm a junior high coach. I'm used to putting jokers in their place without actually hurting them." Jake turned as the room exploded with warnings and worries. No one was going to hurt Marc. He was soon to be family.

Lena stared at him in disbelief, her face flushed with fury and leftover adrenaline. “You— you think this is funny?!” He kept his face buried in his hands for another moment, shoulders still trembling with that eerie laughter, before slowly dragging his palms down his face. His eyes were wild for a fraction of a second—haunted, fighting demons she couldn’t even begin to see before he forced them into softer and more controlled ones. “It was just a joke, babe, I wanted to see your reaction. God, you should’ve seen your face—you looked ready to wrestle the wheel from me and save us both.”

Tables crashed and glass shattered, and Sarah stood there with a knife at her throat and watched the gentle, loving man that she was sleeping with turn into a brutal, violent machine. The power in Jax’s punches stunned her – everyone he touched seemed to almost explode in blood. The one man he hit went down right away and without a sound; another one was crawling away when Jax beat his head on the floor. The sound of flesh and bone making contact with concrete shocked and sickened her, and she retched. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see any more. Joker shook her again, twisted the point of the knife. “You shut the fuck up, bitch.”

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.

Jordan hissed. “I must have sinned in my past lives.” Joshua walked straight ahead. Jordan grew furious and his expression fell. He suddenly laughed “Joshua Decker, you will be beaten up terribly in just a moment, Oh well, the thought of you getting beaten up will make me feel great delight!” He then quickly walked away after recovering his expression.

His shoulders were shaking erratically and he could barely breathe for laughter. I watched his sputtering laugh for about five minutes until I spoke, "If you bang that thing anymore I'm afraid it'll get pregnant." And all the three of them stopped dead in their tracks to look at me, agape. "What! Now I can't even make a joke!?" I deadpanned and Reuben was on again with his next round of unstoppable titters. "...(heavy breathing)...Ahem! That was entertaining. Never knew there existed a being enabling of shutting Lexter off." He mouthed in an amused tone.

Ask for forgiveness. “Ah…” I braced my arms on the pulpit, pushing it forward a little. “If I start crying, someone just walk up and give me a hard slap,” I said earning a few laughs yet again. Ludo couldn’t do jokes today, seeing as he’s the family jokester. It was up to me uphold that. “But then you’d have to be quick because I’ll slap you back if it hurts,” more laughter.

The thugs laughed out loud right then, though their smiles stiffened when they saw a blur shooting out of the shack, seizing the joker by the neck and lifting him into the air! "Who the fuck are you?! Mind your own business!" one of the thugs snapped as he threw a punch at the blur, since they had numbers on their side! Bang! Nonetheless, he was sent flying and slamming on the wall the next instant, leaving everyone dumbstruck for a moment. They all scattered and ran without hesitation right then—that was beyond scary! Meanwhile, the joker whom Frank was still holding cried, "Please, friend! We're just following orders… Can't we all just talk about this?"