Psychotic Joker Novels & Stories

"Well, you didn't tell me your name and you are all wearing black masks which means your faces must be uglier than the masks-" "Hey!" He gripped her chin even harder and it began to sting. "Let. Her. Go" A deep dark voice out in the cold dark walls of the old hospital says in a rumbling tone. Alyssa looked behind the guy hurting her to find that it was the Joker guy who had called Rurac earlier. The other guy stopped hurting her and moved away.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

"It's all fake! You made this up! Why are you trying to ruin me? Where on earth did you get this recording, Mabel?" Peter was worried that Vivian would end up with a murder charge, so he struck her right on the back of the head, causing her to collapse heavily to the ground and lose consciousness. Meanwhile, Brandon had completely checked out, just standing there on the spot without moving an inch.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

“You’re crazy, you’re delusional. You have nothing on me.” I smiled, a wicked grin that made him shiver. “Oh, I have your records of all the evil schemes you’re plotting with your fellow billionaires,” I said, holding up a flash drive. “I hacked into your computer, your phone, your email. I have everything. I know about the pulling down of the club in the east and the people you killed to make it happen. I know about you pushing drugs, pushing Ps, is that not what you guys call it? I know about the money laundering, the tax evasion, the bribes. I know it all, Rick. And I’m going to expose you. I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me and to so many others.”

"Woah, dude, are you okay? You do not look good, you look-" "Mark, I swear to God if you make another joke about your grandmother, I will follow you home and crack your skull with a glass bottle." Eric hissed, shooting bullets through his eyes. He needed to find intel on this man, it was extremely necessary. As he ransacked his brain on what to do, scary thoughts crept into his mind.

“Did you change your mind after a minute? Or did you change your mind because you look at her already as a friend?” Cederick just chuckles at him. “You’re so bubbly and what a stupid brain you have. Your million of neurons seems nonfunctional, you need to eat more fish to be smarter. You seem don’t remember but Shizun doesn't want us to kill if not necessarily, he only allowed the real reaper to kill, and that's the Joker.” Tenth Candidate was purposely distracting him and inflicting confusion on his mind while slowly getting the small dagger on his coats pocket using his unrestrained hand.

Poison Ivy, Doctor Frea, Joker, and the Scarecrow were the least likely to be seen. The crazy man who liked to travel on his drugs but wasn't so crazy as to use the joker drug that would not only destroy his brain but also make him susceptible to outside influence. While gradually they were totally suggestible to anything a hallucinogenic drug that would make him think he was a flying pink elephant and would kill himself at the first opportunity several people. Then they already threw themselves off buildings thinking it was Astro-Star, and then what if he ministered with sex pollen and the new really powerful drug.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

I bit my lip hard, trying to fight back the moans as Mark began slowly thrusting the massive dildo in and out of my soaked pussy while the butt plug buzzed relentlessly in my ass. "I’m… I’m okay, Jake," I lied breathlessly, my voice cracking. "Really, I just— ahh— had a little too much to drink earlier." Jake looked more alarmed now, leaning closer to his camera. "Yelena, that doesn’t sound like you at all. Are you crying? And what the hell is that sound? It sounds like… slapping? Is someone hurting you? I am seriously worried. Tell me where you are right now!" Mark chuckled darkly and slammed the dildo harder into me, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds becoming louder and more obscene.