lohanweel096

 **CHAOS RISES AGAIN**  
          	
          	After many years, I’m returning to a dark, forgotten story of mine
 a psychological thriller set in the deepest, most haunted alleys of Gotham.
          	A man whose smile isn’t born of joy — but of pain, madness, and something far deeper

          	
          	 At the heart of the novel stands **Metju Cornell** – a boy born to be the Joker, even if he never knew it.
          	A mother battling poverty with a sewing machine, a twin brother no one knows about, and a city that devours anyone who lingers too long in its darkness.
          	
          	 This is no ordinary Joker tale.
          	There’s no Batman at the beginning.
          	Only a boy
 and the world he builds from the ruins.
          	A calling card on every street corner.
          	A smile that can never be forgotten.
          	And a detective whose trust the Joker slowly, meticulously consumes

          	
          	 **A full rewrite is underway** – deeper layers, new bloodlines, new shadows

          	Stay with me, because Gotham is about to awaken again:
          	**JOKER –**
          	
          	The cold wind howled through the crumbling walls of the hospital as I finally slipped free from my chains.
          	Still dressed in that filthy hospital jumpsuit, I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror.
          	In my hand: the long, silver-glinting scissors of the kind psychologist lady.
          	
          	The reflection revealed my signature makeup clearly:
          	white base paint that perfectly highlighted my deep blue eyes;
          	faint eyebrows; lips smeared crimson;
          	and a teal-green wig that suited me far too well.
          	
          	Then came the first cut.
          	Then another.
          	And another!
          	
          	With the scissor’s blade, I carved a wide smile across my face.
          	The blood that gushed out was just another decoration on my artwork — I paid it no mind.
          	
          	My face was bloody. The mirror, too.
          	My smile? Wider than ever.
          	The stitches? Didn’t even cross my mind.
          	
          	I am Joker.
          	And today
 I’m getting out of here.
          	
          	Just then, the door opened.
          	A nurse stood there — and screamed.
          	
          	And I laughed.
          	That kind of laugh that slices through the body like a blade.

lohanweel096

 **CHAOS RISES AGAIN**  
          
          After many years, I’m returning to a dark, forgotten story of mine
 a psychological thriller set in the deepest, most haunted alleys of Gotham.
          A man whose smile isn’t born of joy — but of pain, madness, and something far deeper

          
           At the heart of the novel stands **Metju Cornell** – a boy born to be the Joker, even if he never knew it.
          A mother battling poverty with a sewing machine, a twin brother no one knows about, and a city that devours anyone who lingers too long in its darkness.
          
           This is no ordinary Joker tale.
          There’s no Batman at the beginning.
          Only a boy
 and the world he builds from the ruins.
          A calling card on every street corner.
          A smile that can never be forgotten.
          And a detective whose trust the Joker slowly, meticulously consumes

          
           **A full rewrite is underway** – deeper layers, new bloodlines, new shadows

          Stay with me, because Gotham is about to awaken again:
          **JOKER –**
          
          The cold wind howled through the crumbling walls of the hospital as I finally slipped free from my chains.
          Still dressed in that filthy hospital jumpsuit, I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror.
          In my hand: the long, silver-glinting scissors of the kind psychologist lady.
          
          The reflection revealed my signature makeup clearly:
          white base paint that perfectly highlighted my deep blue eyes;
          faint eyebrows; lips smeared crimson;
          and a teal-green wig that suited me far too well.
          
          Then came the first cut.
          Then another.
          And another!
          
          With the scissor’s blade, I carved a wide smile across my face.
          The blood that gushed out was just another decoration on my artwork — I paid it no mind.
          
          My face was bloody. The mirror, too.
          My smile? Wider than ever.
          The stitches? Didn’t even cross my mind.
          
          I am Joker.
          And today
 I’m getting out of here.
          
          Just then, the door opened.
          A nurse stood there — and screamed.
          
          And I laughed.
          That kind of laugh that slices through the body like a blade.

lohanweel096

 **ÚJRA FELÉLED A KÁOSZ**  
          
          Sok Ă©v utĂĄn Ășjra elƑveszem egy sötĂ©t, elfeledett törtĂ©netem... egy pszichothrillert, amely Gotham legsötĂ©tebb utcĂĄin jĂĄtszĂłdik. Egy fĂ©rfirĂłl, akinek mosolya nem a boldogsĂĄgrĂłl szĂłl, hanem a fĂĄjdalomrĂłl, ƑrĂŒletrƑl, Ă©s valami sokkal mĂ©lyebbrƑl

          
           A regĂ©ny közĂ©ppontjĂĄban **Metju Cornell** ĂĄll – egy fiĂș, aki Jokernek szĂŒletett, mĂ©g ha nem is tudta. Egy anya, aki varrĂłgĂ©ppel kĂŒzd a nyomor ellen, egy ikertestvĂ©r, akirƑl senki nem tud, Ă©s egy vĂĄros, amely mindenkit felemĂ©szt, aki tĂșl sokĂĄig marad a sötĂ©tjĂ©ben.
          
           Ez nem a szokvĂĄnyos Joker-törtĂ©net. Itt nincs Batman az elejĂ©n. Csak egy fiĂș... Ă©s a vilĂĄg, amit a romokbĂłl Ă©pĂ­t fel. Egy nĂ©vjegy minden utcasarkon. Egy mosoly, amit nem lehet elfelejteni.
          És egy nyomozĂł, akinek a bizalmĂĄt Joker lassan Ă©s biztosan felfalja

          
           **KĂ©szĂŒl a teljes ĂșjraĂ­rĂĄs**. Új mĂ©lysĂ©gek, Ășj vĂ©rvonalak, Ășj ĂĄrnyak...
          Maradjatok velem, mert Gotham Ășjra felĂ©bred:
          **JOKER – ** 
          
          A hideg szĂ©l hangosan sĂŒvĂ­tett vĂ©gig a kĂłrhĂĄz kopott falai között, miutĂĄn sikerĂŒlt megszabadulnom a lĂĄncaimtĂłl. MĂ©g mindig abban az ocsmĂĄny kĂłrhĂĄzi kezeslĂĄbasban voltam, mikor a fĂŒrdƑszobai tĂŒkör elĂ© lĂ©ptem. Kezemben a kedves pszicholĂłgusnƑ hosszĂș, ezĂŒstösen fĂ©nylƑ ollĂłja.
          
          A tĂŒkörben tisztĂĄn kirajzolĂłdott a jellegzetes sminkem: fehĂ©r alapfestĂ©k, amely tökĂ©letesen kiemelte sötĂ©tkĂ©k szememet; halvĂĄny szemöldök; vörösre festett ajkak; Ă©s egy hozzĂĄm illƑ, zöldeskĂ©k parĂłka.
          
          AztĂĄn jött az elsƑ vĂĄgĂĄs.
          Majd még egy.
          És mĂ©g egy!
          
          Az olló pengéjével széles mosolyt kanyarítottam az arcomra. 
          A kifröccsenƑ vĂ©r csak egy Ășjabb dĂ­szĂ­tĂ©s volt a mƱvemen – nem vettem rĂłla tudomĂĄst.
          
          Az arcom vĂ©res, a tĂŒkör vĂ©res. A mosolyom szĂ©les.
          A varrĂĄs? MĂ©g csak eszembe se jut.
          
          Joker vagyok. És ma... kijutok innen.
          
          Ekkor kinyĂ­lt az ajtĂł.
          Egy nƑvĂ©r ĂĄllt ott, Ă©s felsikoltott.
          Én pedig nevettem – az a fajta nevetĂ©s volt ez, ami Ășgy vĂĄg vĂ©gig a testen, akĂĄr egy penge.

lohanweel096

** Fractured Reality – Bloody Lines (Five Stories #1)**
          ✹ Although the free promotion on Amazon has ended, there’s good news! ✹
          
           My *first English-language e-book* – a dark collection of five stories – is still **free to download** if you have **Kindle Unlimited or Amazon Prime**.
          
          These five tales walk the edge of psychological thriller, horror, and emotional drama – distorted fragments of reality where shadows always linger just behind the light...
          
           You can find the book and my author profile here:
           [Amazon Author Page](https://www.amazon.com/author/lohanweel)
           [My Goodreads Profile](https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/55564699.Lohan_Weel)
          
          If you’ve read it and it left a mark on you, I’d be truly grateful for a review or rating on Goodreads! 
          Thank you for walking with me into the deeper layers of darkness...
          
          – *Lohan Weel*

lohanweel096

** Fractured Reality – Bloody Lines (Five Stories #1)**
          ✹ Bár az ingyenes promóció az Amazonon már lejárt, van egy jó hírem! ✹
          
           Az *elsƑ angol nyelvƱ e-könyvem* – egy öt novellĂĄt tartalmazĂł sötĂ©t gyƱjtemĂ©ny – tovĂĄbbra is **ingyenesen letölthetƑ**, ha rendelkezel **Kindle Unlimited vagy Amazon Prime tagsĂĄggal**.
          
          Ez az öt törtĂ©net a pszichothriller, horror Ă©s a lĂ©lektani drĂĄma hatĂĄrĂĄn egyensĂșlyoz – egyfajta torz valĂłsĂĄgdarabok gyƱjtemĂ©nye, ahol a fĂ©ny mögött mindig ott leselkedik az ĂĄrnyĂ©k

          
           A könyvet Ă©s a szerzƑi oldalamat itt talĂĄlod:
           [Amazon szerzƑi oldalam](https://www.amazon.com/author/lohanweel)
           [Goodreads profilom](https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/55564699.Lohan_Weel)
          
          Ha elolvastad, és volt hatåsa råd, örömmel fogadok értékelést a Goodreads-en! 
          Köszönöm, hogy velem tartotok a sötĂ©tsĂ©g mĂ©lyebb rĂ©tegeibe

          
          – *Lohan Weel*

lohanweel096

 Welcome to the edge where dark art, music, and cinema collide! 
          This is the realm of **Lohan Weel** – where horror whispers, thrillers pulse, metal roars, and book covers tell their own tales.
           Original books & covers
           My favorite bands, musicians, and sounds
           Movies, shows, characters that left a mark
           Everything that inspires me – and might give *you* goosebumps too.
          
           Follow me if you dare to dive into this raw, honest, and beautifully twisted universe.
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lohanweel096

 Üdv a sötĂ©t mƱvĂ©szet, a zene Ă©s a filmes vilĂĄg hatĂĄrĂĄn! 
          Ez itt **Lohan Weel** birodalma – ahol a horror suttog, a pszichothriller lĂŒktet, a metĂĄl zĂșg, Ă©s a borĂ­tĂłk is mesĂ©lnek.
           Sajåt könyveim vilåga
           Kedvenc bandåim és zenészeim
           Filmek, sorozatok, karakterek, amik örökre velem maradtak
           Minden, ami inspirĂĄl – Ă©s amitƑl libabƑrös leszel.
          
           Kövess, ha velem merĂŒlnĂ©l alĂĄ ebbe a sötĂ©ten szĂ©p, nyers Ă©s Ƒszinte univerzumba.
           [FiĂłkom itt – katt Ă©s nĂ©zz körĂŒl!](https://pin.it/77pzYieIK)
           Megosztås? Jöhet. Kedvenc? Még inkåbb.