Psychotic Joker Novels & Stories

- Said Joker, who without realizing it, everyone there was moving away in fear, the man had a demonic tail of a demon, and that syringe had a shiny silver material, and it looked like something that shouldn't be a simple hallucinogen. - Do you want to participate...? – Asked the clown. That time, when Tsuky realized that plotting against him was easy with his bugs and trackers, when he had spies who did whatever he wanted. - No. - Said each one of them, they walked away like the devil flees from the cross. In those two days in a row, Joker gathered a large number of henchmen and weapon, sent a warning letter towards the Lovecraft County Police Station threatening that he would attack the Dar

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

Alissa couldn't believe her luck, she felt as if the heavens had heard her prayer and she was finally answered. She couldn't believe how much better looking he looked up close. She had never been so happy to be bumped into and spilled smoothie by someone. If it was someone else, she wouldn't be as pleased as she was right now. She restrained herself from touching him. She wanted to check if he was real, that this wasn't a hallucination. "Are you okay?" he asked, searching her face.

when he finally answers "Sure" In one condition, you'll have to ride me till I cum then I'll let my driver bring you back." Mario’s voice didn't sound like he was kidding. My jaw dropped in shock. Oh wow, this guy is a true maniac! what the hell did I get myself into. I'm going to have to give in if I want to get away from this beautiful psycho. Okay, I called him beautiful!!! something is definitely wrong with me but he is very attractive theres no denying.

"So you didn't." "Did he fuck or suck you?" "Get the fuck out of my face Elliott!." "Not that as well." "I'm out of here." "You must be angry he promised one of both, then." Now that stops me. Is he a psychic? "Stop... Stop poking me Elliott " "Just tell me you didn't fuck him please " I take a deep breath and look straight at Elliott's eyes "I'd never fuck him. I didn't " I grind, moving closer to his face while resisting the urge to strangle him. My hands are literally hanging mid-air

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

Others seemed relatively normal, except they kept insisting that Warren Buffett had stolen their brain… I muttered to myself, “Is there even a single normal person in here?” While the nurse was handing out the medication, I seized the moment, rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and asked, “You’ve got the wrong person, right? I’m not sick. Why did you bring me here?” Unexpectedly, the other patients started copying me. They surged forward in a mob. “Yeah! We’re not crazy either! The crazy one is the world!” The nurse frowned, then pulled out a stun baton from behind her back.

Alpha Jerome said. My eyes flashed wolf and the room vibrated, they both looked at me shakily. "Now let me show you why they call me Psychotic." I said with a smile.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

“Half a bag gone. He was twitching like a poisoned rat by the time we got to him in the old warehouse.” A grin crawled slowly over my face, but it didn’t touch my eyes. “How many times have I said it?” I rose from my chair, cracking my knuckles one at a time. “No one. Absolutely no one. Gets. High. On my shit. You peddle it. You protect it. But you don’t fucking taste it.” I moved to the liquor cabinet, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and tossed it back. “Put him in the cage,” I said coldly. “Lock it. Tell the boys to leave him there until I arrive. I’ll pay him a visit tonight.”