Psychotic Joker Novels & Stories

The people who ruined her life. She glared at them as she noted down their faces, height, build, and everything. There were six men and one woman. They all had tattoos of a cat in their left arm except for the last one. He sat majestically on a chair behind her, smoking a cigar. He was wearing dark glasses and a face cap, successfully covering most of his face. Jade could guess that he was the mastermind. The others were just working for him. When she would take her revenge, he'd be the one to suffer most.

I wanted to insult him and tell him how much of a jerk he was for doing this to me but I felt the word stuck in my throat because of fear. "He could kill me if I provoke him." The harsh cold reminder of my subconscious mind kept reminding me and my head banged. I placed my hands on the old wall as I walked out of the room I met myself. I could see another room at the other end of the collapsed building and I thought it could be a way out of the old tattered building that looked even more tattered than my room. Unfortunately, On getting to the room, I heard a loud growl from behind me, and by the time I turned back, I saw a raged wolf with red eyes baring its fangs at me~

The angel looked up. Eyes visible. Attention caught. Oh. Oh this was delicious. Jaden sat. He took a dramatic, thoughtful bite of his lunch. But his mind spiraled. He wanted more. More attention. More eye contact. More reaction from the boy who looked like sin wrapped in silence. He pushed his tray aside, stood again, and declared to his friends: “Guys, picture this. How about I get with the psychopath and add him to my grand list?” Avery hit him first.

Jack visibly grows upset by my words, causing him to raise his voice at me in response. "I'm trying okay! Why can't you see that?! It's not my fault that I was fucking born like this! You think I want to lose control? You think I want to constantly struggle with having a fucking psychotic break?! No! But you don't exactly help the situation either." He yells before taking a brief pause. "I'm dealing with real fucked up shit!" He says, pointing his finger to his head as he moves it around frantically.

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.

“ Who this time ? “ I ask , sitting back. He clears his throat and takes another drag and then leans forward placing his elbows on his bouncing knee. “ Another politician left a card with our patch on again. Throat slit and left out in the open this time whoever it is are wanting to make it more public now “ I grunt and roll my eyes. Just as the beast walks in his dead eyes scan the room before he takes the seat at the side of Joker. He looks at Joker's bouncing knee and the joint in his hand then rolls his eyes and looks at me. The beast didn’t have much patience and although they too love one another and would take a bullet for the other , Joker annoys Beast with his energy. Joker was ridd

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

“You do it right, and you two are enough.” Joker nodded, turned away. He’d just reached the door, when Nails’ voice caught his attention again: “Oh, and Joker?” He spun to face his Prez. “Yeah?” “When you do grab him? Leave his right hand behind.” Joker didn't even blink. “You want us to cut off his hand?” “Yeah. Leave it on the kitchen counter for the bitch to find when she gets home. OK?” “Oh, yeah,” Joker said, a warm wave of pure rightness and sheer happiness passing over him. “Oh, yeah, that’s OK. That’s perfect. That’s exactly the kind of thing that I’ve been waiting for.”

Jester murmured in my ear, eyeing me curiously. I hadn’t realized I was visibly smiling. “It’s nothing. I’m just happy you’re here.” Jester said nothing in reply to that. He just nodded, and reached out to hold my hand. And he didn’t let go until we reached the Palacio. ***** How am I going to tell her that her brother has been possessed by my psychopathic father and is being used as a sacrificial vessel in his plans for tri-world domination? This same question, or variations of the same concern, has been haunting Jester ever since his hospital visit to Dr. Hansel.

He says, kneels down, and starts sucking my nipples. He occasionally pinches and bites my nipples, it hurt so badly. “You are mine. You were mine even before you were born, and you'll always be mine." He growls. Shit! He is obviously not in his right mind. How the hell did he become the Gamma of the strongest pack in the world? “You made a mistake, a big fucking mistake. But I'll forgive you, and you know why?" He asks and answers the question himself.