The Joker Devil's Advocate Novels & Stories

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

“Do you know who you're talking about?. What makes you think I will be able to stab that huge and masculine werewolf???*. I asked in confusion because the DEVIL must be joking if he thinks I will take the life of my mate because of his deceitful words. Claven was the only person who stood by me,he believed in me and protected me when I didn't ask for it and here's the bastard trying to paint him black before me!!. “It's a poisonous stab, Valerie. It doesn't matter where he was stabbed!. It's too poisonous for him to withstand,it travels faster than an airplane. The only thing you're to do is to choose the method wisely. Let him know you realized how deadly he is”. The devil furrowed his brow

It’s seven thirty now and my doorbell rings, I opened it to see Diego looking like the literal definition of a Greek God, my knees felt weak! DELVIN’S POINT OF VIEW I was young and dumb and arrogant and stupid, really stupid, I thought I could buy the world with my name and my father’s money, I thought the world was made just because of me, I thought everyone in the world was born to serve me and satisfy my excesses, I learnt the hard way that that is not the case.

"Is torturing me bigger than the CEO position? If you didn't care about the position, why the fuck would you take it away from me? The deserving person?" "Deserving? What a fucking joke," he scoffed, clearly starting to get irritated. He did not take the comment well and he moved in closer, his hand on one side of her and his lips just inches away. "The only thing you deserve is being here and living this life." "You let go of what you wanted to teach me what I deserved? You are just an obsessive crazy maniac who only wants to-"

Bane asked, as he felt his irritation growing again. “A blind man could see that your new toy is beautiful. And no, I’m not suicidal enough to covet what is yours. Bros before hoes and all of that shit,” Jax told him. “Do you know what she calls you?” Bane asked, not knowing why he had asked. “Asshole, I would think. Or did she go more graphic? I can’t think I’m her favourite person,” Jax chuckled. “Blond god,” Bane informed him. Jax stared at his friend and then laughed.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

With the red of its flame, the colors and hierarchy of its ability, a death is about to loom as he needed to do what he must. “Play with time, as I accepted my place in this world and games. I whose insanity is my biggest asset, holding the ideal and the embodiment of the character of the Mad Hatter. The Joker of the deck and the Devil of the Tarot. Just how sadistic should I write my character to be?”

YOU SEEM THE MOST SENSIBLE OUT OF ALL OF THESE JOKERS. I_pooped WOW, IS JOKER THE NEW TERM FOR PEASANT? Will_the_devil CHLOE, ARE YOU LISTENING? YOU DON'T BELONG HERE. DON'T COME HERE. Cereal_killer ARE YOU SERIOUS, DUDE?! Will_the_devil I AM JUST STATING THE HARSH TRUTH. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU FACE THE QUEEN. I_pooped I HAVE JUST ONE THING TO SAY TO YOU. AS A MATTER OF FACT, IT'S REALLY SAD THAT YOU HAVE TO CALL YOUR OWN MOTHER 'THE QUEEN'

As he talked, the wry smile never faded from his thick lips. His men stood behind us with guns on our necks. I was literally sweating but Jacob was cool and relaxed. "Young man," he said as he leaned towards me. His thick fingers find their way down my chin and the next moment I was staring in his eyes. What I saw wasn't a human being but an accomplice of the devil who rejoiced in the pain of his villains and smiled at the sight of their blood. We were the villains. "I used to be like you, following my emotions to wherever they led me but I learnt the hard way. You don't bargain with devil, no way," his barritone voice echoed in the room as he slowly placed the glass of water on the water an