Scared Joker Novels & Stories

' Jasmine mused while raising her head. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you've started to pity me? God, that's one thing that I hate the most!" He made a face when he noticed she was looking at him with warmth. "Whatever you're thinking, just shove it away, Jessica. I'm a bad man. Have you seen The Terrifier movie?" "Yes." "Good, then you know who to be afraid of more than Art, the clown— that's me! Alright? I'm still that man who killed your baby."

They all looked like they had fallen down into a thousand year old frigid ice cave, all of them could not stop trembling when they saw the sight… Yonathan York looked lifeless and his mouth was making stuttering sounds but he could not utter a single word. Quinton York tightly clenched his left hand, a bright red blood flowed out of the seams of his fingers and dripped onto the ground but it seemed as if he had not realized. John Gotti’s eyes were full of fear. His heart was summoning waves full of uneasiness, he could not even calm himself down. Melissa Leo’s body slightly trembled. For the first time, she looked at Harvey York with a more serious look in her eyes. She felt some sort of uns

He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger. It’s terror. “That’s not possible,” he says. I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is. “It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.” “Garrick.”

His voice shakes, scared, and I see it—the moment he knows he’s in big trouble. The underworld knows that name means darkness,the streets tremble when it's mentioned. As for assholes like him,they wish they never came across that person. His fear is like candy, sweet and perfect, and I let it sink in, relishing the sweet taste. I pull my gun out and step closer, slow, watching him sweat, his chest moving fast under the chains, his breathing loud and scared. Oh,how I love seeing cockroaches like him scared shitty. “Surprise,” I say, my voice low, full of poison. “You shot me, Jace. Thought you’d kill me, huh? Thought you’d walk away free?” I ask, blowing at my gun.

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

His eyes catch the rose before they catch me, his face changes, hardens, a curtain of rage and terror drops over his expression. “Where was it?” he asks, voice low. I can't speak. I just nod toward the pillow. "Fuck!" He yells, not in anger, but fear. He crosses the room in three long strides, scoops the rose from the floor, examines it like it’s wired to explode. “This isn’t a prank,” he murmurs. “The security lockdown was active.” I swallow. “I know.” I whisper He turns toward me, slower this time, and the sharp edges of his expression soften, not because he’s calm, but because he’s trying not to scare me more. Jackson has many faces, his fear-face is the rarest. It's raw, vulnerable, stri

“Ace! Ace!” “Shut up,” Joker said to him viciously. “Shut up, or I’ll saw off his cock first thing, instead of last. You want that?” Right away, Spider’s voice died in his throat. Of all the things that he’d thought these men would do, that hadn’t even crossed his mind, and suddenly all he saw were years and years of nightmares in front of him. Years and years of wondering what the man that he loved had gone through, before finally being given the blessed release of death.

It felt wrong to laugh, and yet he couldn't stop; some broken part of him found the whole scene absurd, unbearable, hilarious in the way only true horror could be. "What was that!" a man shouted from somewhere inside. "Maybe it's the boy, boss," came another voice, tight with nervous energy. "Then check on it." "Yes, sir." The back door creaked open, and a man stepped out, scanning the yard, but he found no one waiting there. Only a raccoon sat in the grass, gnawing at an apple core, indifferent to the chaos inside. Jack had already pressed himself against the far side of the outhouse, his knees drawn to his chest, his breath held tight in his lungs. He forced himself to stay still, though h

He looked at his smiling friend who was ready to tease him but he beat him by saying. “Take care of her. Protect her. And also if something happened to her I will come at your throat first.” He said making him give a curt nod with serious eyes. His men shuddered in fear seeing his dark eyes and hearing his deep scary tone. This was the man they knew. A controlling scary man who doesn’t know how to smile. “I will don’t worry.” Sinister frowned. “Your voice seems weird. Are you sick?” The doctor sighed nodding his head.

"Not yet. But I think so." He considered this. "Is he scared?" I thought about a man on a pavement for fifty-three minutes. A man in a parking garage with the engine off. A man at a window being slowly undone by the arithmetic of everything he had not known and had not done and could not take back. "Yes," I said. "I think he is." Leo nodded, slowly, with the gravity of a child who has decided to take a difficult piece of information seriously. "It's okay to be scared," he said. "You just have to do the thing anyway."