Scared Joker Novels & Stories

He was dressed into a neat black tuxedo that snugly fit his lean physique, the top hat adorning his head faintly shadowing his heavily painted face, making his appearance all the more frightening as she stared, completely frozen. Black smokey shadows circled his dark eyes, starkly contrasting that pasty white smearing the rest of his features and that deep, burgundy red over his lips that continued to stretch into two fine lines across his cheeks, his general appearance scaling between The Joker and of a dia de los muertos character. This is no old man...Her mind whispered as it immediately concluded that he, this absolutely terrifying man before her must definitely be the owner of this plac

" Taaaaah" "Haaaaaaaa", Jackson screamed shaking fearfully like he would die any moment thinking he has been caught only to see Annabella rolling on the ground laughing her ass out like she wasn't concerned about his safety. " You!!", he fumed, "Stop looking at me that way, were you able to scare your rival with those huge eyes of yours", she mocked. "Oh come on, it not funny", he said holding his chest in fear. "Now you believe when I say you're afraid of those guys?",

“How you looked when Joker Kane cut me. The – the look in your eyes.” He was silent. He could only imagine what he must have looked like. “Did I scare you?” he said in a small voice, afraid to hear the answer.

He was in shock, Only a few seconds had passed from the time Jate Woods made his first move to the time Scar crashed heavily to the floor. 'What the....What the hell was going on?' Jan Bobber gulped and stood where he was as if he was nailed to the floor. He couldn't move at all because he was in such shock. He knew very well how powerful Scar was. He was one of the three highly skilled fighters who worked for his father. How...how did he collapse so easily? 'Monster! A demon!' These were the words that popped up in Jan Bobber's brain to describe Jate Woods. Jate Woods was just a man wearing a bathrobe, but he was definitely a terrifying demon! Scar lay on the floor and couldn't fight back a

he repeats, his eyes never leaving mine. I bite my lip, torn between fear and... something else. Something that scares me even more. Part of me wants to agree, to give in to him. But the other part of me knows how dangerous that could be. Joker is unpredictable, obsessive, violent—and yet, he’s the only one who’s ever truly made me feel alive. I don’t know what to do.

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.

Shadow voluntarily offered her help. Everyone knew that Bunny, Petal, and Psycho were Clown/Joker’s favorites. He would be so anxious if he didn’t see any of them in front of him. “Ah! There you are!” Joker rushed as soon as Shadow revealed his position. “You are safe, you are safe.” He peppered him with numerous kisses. “Yes, I am safe.” Bunny laughed. Joker’s reaction might be excessive, however, due to Bunny’s past, Joker’s reaction was understandable, hence, no one said anything about that.

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

Jake closed his eyes but Viktor’s eyes never left Jake’s. “From what?” I asked. “From us? We told you you belong with us.” “I’m sorry,” Jake said and closed his eyes. “I’m just… I’m scared.” “I’m scared too, Jake,” I said. I reached up and gripped his chin before forcing him to face me. “But I’m not scared of you. What are you scared of? Of us?” I asked. “We wouldn’t hurt you, Jake.”

“Scared? Of me?” “They should be. If I’m honest, you scare the hell out of me too.” He shakes his head as if confused. That statement applies to both of us. How could I, Jessica Jovit, ever scare Callahan Scarfoni? Callahan Scarfoni is a man whose mere name inspires fear. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. Neither do they. But they know I’m protective and possessive of you. They fear my wrath.” “Oh.” Whoa, I don’t know what to do with that.