Property Of The Joker Mga Nobela at Kwento

Joker in fact is an orphan that she took in even though she is only a high school kid during that time. Well, she actually has enough money in the first place to adopt him. Joker is actually five years younger than her so, Joker actually treats her as his sister more than simply as a benefactor. Shin is the one who thought Joker a lot of things when in comes to fighting and killing, she also funded his education, living, necessities and many other. Well, she didn’t actually even thought of Joker paying off everything that she spent because in the first place, she thought of Joker as a good investment, anyone would actually need a loyal dog or two. And Joker fits the criteria very well.

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

"You’ve grown bold, Lazar. It’s a trait I admired, until it started clouding your judgment." ​He reached out, his fingers tracing the spine of a leather-bound book without looking at it. "As I was saying, I had a very enlightening conversation with Alpha Dexter this morning. We discussed the merger, and of course, his daughter’s future. He’s a protective father who is quite obsessed with his daughter's happiness, you see. In fact, he’s the type of man who removes obstacles. Permanently." I needed no soothsayer to tell me what he was hinting at.

"Because I'm trying to protect you, love! I'm trying to keep you safe, to keep you out of this world of danger and violence. I don't want you getting hurt again!" "so you are a criminal?" Luna asked again, her face didn't show any emotions. Arthur let out a growl of frustration, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides. It was clear that she wasn't going to let this go. He met her gaze head on, the truth finally spilling from his lips. "Yes, love. I am a criminal. I am a mafioso, a mob boss. I run an empire of crime and violence. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

He had messed with the wrong person. Jade huffed victoriously and reached into her bag. She pulled out a sticker which she stuck to his head and then her phone. She removed the tracker on his sleeve and took a picture of his ID card and then of him. Sending the first picture to a contact saved as Lewis on her phone, she instructed that he dug up every dirt on him and sent it to her in less than thirty minutes.

"Don't forget that you killed my father and brother, you can't ask me to stay calm and act like nothing happened." "If you don't act the right way, your mother could end up like them." Boris smiles at the threat. "You are a monster!" I yell as I feel so helpless. "I am your husband and I know you love me, Emma. You are my property and now you are pregnant with my child. You have to behave," the mobster speaks in a meek voice again. All I was feeling at that moment was anger. The taste of blood filled my palate. I had just bitten my tongue to keep from talking nonsense and leaving my mother at risk.

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.