Novel & Cerita Scared Joker

No human. Because Lorenzo is not one. “Shit! Love, breathe! Please, just breathe. You’re okay, you’re safe here, just breathe!” I hear Lorenzo’s frantic voice right in front of me. I can barely make out his features through the tears, but I can tell he’s really scared. Why would he be scared?! He’s not the one trapped with two monsters!

And what did that mean? He was also afraid. Yeah, just as he was! "I'm not afraid.... I'm scared." Jax voiced out. Jace arched his brow, "Isn't that the same thing?" He couldn't understand his brother's train of thoughts. " I know. But being scared is the higher level of being afraid." Jax said again. What the-? Jace stifled a laugh. If it weren't for the severity of the situation, he would have been rolling on the ground in laughter.

Jordan sneered. The kid with glasses was staring at Jordan, terror-stricken, as if staring down the Grim Reaper himself. Lounging on the couch behind him? The big boss, the judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into one. This guy, who had been all pleasantries just a moment ago, was now grinning like a Cheshire cat as he dished out threats. The kid on the floor? He was too scared to even twitch. "You know exactly why we're here," Jordan said, his voice steady and calm. "Just spill the beans about what happened that night. We don't care about anything else."

“But my scars…” “Your scars don’t define you,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “They’re part of your story, just like mine. I see you, Rockan—scarred and all. I see the man who wants to make me happy, who has been there for me, and who cares deeply for his pack and for me.” He held my gaze, searching for any sign of hesitation. “You’re not afraid of me, of the monster that lies within me?”

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

Joker began in a low voice that was full of menace. Shooter narrowed his eyes for a moment but Bear shot him a glare and he nodded and leaned back. He ran a hand down his face as he sighed, "I know. I wasn't thinking but I never pointed it at her. I would never harm her. I just panicked. There was so much blood and screaming and all I could see or think about was her. Keeping her safe." I looked at Joker and he shrugged at me after a moment of silence. I could tell that he didn't know if he believed him or not. Neither did I but right now we had to move on and Joker knew that.

He said with a smile, and the sides of his eyes creased. Joker held my hand and dragged me, pulling me to his office. “I heard you're feisty. You better drop it unless you want to end up like your little friends.” My eyes widened when he reminded me of what he did to the two girls. Even though I was scared, I didn't act scared at all. I wanted him to know that I wasn't intimidated by him. “Eyes down.” His deep voice rang, but I ignored. I stared at him with daggers in my eyes.

He just couldn't. "Shut up." He spat. I tried to ignore the fact that I was soaked in blood and took a step toward him. "Don't come close!" He warned and I could hear the threat in his voice. "Are you scared? What are you scared of? The helpless twenty-three-year-old whose entire life you ruined?" I questioned with a straight face. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "You are a joker." I spat. "And I coward and filth..." I remembered clearly.

This was how this world worked, there were only two categories of people in it, one who was afraid and the other who scared other, and the first category of people always had to suffer, he didn’t want to suffer anymore, he had already suffered a lot but now he won't give anyone a chance to hurt him and his family. " Who is throwing you bones???" he asked him calmly scaring him more, taking a step back but his eyes kept him pinned in his place and his gun do its job of scaring shit out of him but what was terrorizing him to the core was his calm voice because calmness was more dangerous and merciless than loud roar. The man didn’t want to show him that he had succeeded in scaring him so he tr

I held my breath, too scared to even breathe as I fixed my eyes on the door, waiting to see who it was. I saw two gammas first, tall scary looking men with faces designed with various scars. They unlocked the mighty padlock that had been used to lock the door and they pushed the iron bars. My heart had now begun to thud painfully in my chest and I was beginning to shake in fear. I didn't want any of them to see how scared I was so I tried to compose myself but with each action they made, I found my courage melting. Then they stepped aside, and someone else walked in. It was Jared and he had a sick smile on his face. My stomach flipped over and I suddenly felt Ill. I wanted to throw up. The s