How Did The Joker Actually Get His Scars Novels & Stories

“How do you always manage to joke, even in adverse situations like these?” He smiled, “first, joking around might not lessen the suffering by any degree, but it gives us enough power to handle the pain and second, right now, I wasn’t joking. Not when my wife’s body had gone through so many beautiful changes…” He ogled from my neck to my abdomen. Over the three years, I had fought numerous times and got injured numerous times and so there were scars all over my body, “don’t mock my scars.” “I am not mocking your scars. I am admiring them. Because I don’t need a memory reading ability to know what you went through in these three years, your body — your scar speaks everything to me,” he said, t

"Leila, you just focus on your own business. When you need help, call me. As for other things, you should not get involved." He turned around and I saw that his back was covered with scars. The old scars were from the debris that had cut him when the Sin Pack exploded. The new scars, from a knife cut at some point, hadn't healed. These wounds were squeezed into his creamy white back, and it made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't help but lunge forward. I didn't care if the spray of water would get my clothes wet, I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and pressed the side of my face against his shoulder blade.

But then I realized it wasn't the heartbeat he wanted me to feel but the roughness. “And this,” he said, guiding my touch lower, “was my first bullet.” He smirked. “Missed my heart. I burned the traitor’s house down after.” I tried hard but couldn't see any visible scar. At least not as clear as the first one. How come I never knew he had so many little scratches over his body? Even his first scar looked too clean for the vicious manner in which he got it. He let me trace my fingers down his body. All I felt was the ridge of his packs and a few marks and he told me the story of how he got each one.

Let me fill you up. “Fuck," I gasped, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Then, I yanked my head back down, snarling, “STOP!!!" Thrakos' hand wavered, slowly leaving me until it disappeared into a cloud of smoke. I was left shaking, my chest rising and falling with heavy gasps. I looked down at my chest. The gaping hole was no longer there–a small scar with trickling blood the only evidence of my wound. Thrakos had given me what I needed, but hell, he treated me like I was nothing but an object to him.

"Jasper, confirm it." I jumped back as Jasper stepped forward and soon my back hit the wall. I slapped Jasper's hand away when he reached for me and he raised his eyebrows. "We've proven that I'm a lot stronger than you," he said lowly and I gritted my teeth when he lifted my top. He whistled and looked up at me. "That is a dirty scar," he commented and stared at it for a while longer. "And it's a scar from a stab wound." "When did it happen?" The man asked.

“I'm glad you are back and sorry I never came to check up on you this week. I just felt you needed some space off so I had to let you be and heal.” He muttered as he approached where I stood. “Put this in the other room.” I handed the picture frame to Jones Weatherford. I saw the shock in his face, i knew he never believed I would ever have the mind to push ahead. He looked at me as he furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the scars around my eyes. The more I looked at the sun, the more it burnt my fragile skin. Around my eyes were red like I've been bleeding severely. “Jace?”

“ What is this scar? “ Slowly, he grazed his fingers across the scar. Jeane gasped, instantly frigid by his touch. “ How did you get this scar? “ Jeane felt his sudden masculine energy, strong and heavy masking behind her. “ I got scratched by the doorknob, trying to get in. “ She lied. It was actually an injury she recovered from trying to get into the forest bunker on one occasion of fleeing from loan sharks. “ What kind of doorknob would scar you this way? “ As he touched her scar, his touch got heavier. Jeane just hoped that he hadn't discovered that she told a lie. “ Why did it heal into a burnt mark? “ “ That is how my skin works, one of the negative traits I inherited from my father.

My mouth falls open. "We haven’t officially met; I’m Joker. I like to bite parts of people off and burn ‘em while they are alive, so it's easier to skin ‘em. Sometimes, I like to give ‘em adrenaline to keep ‘em awake while I cut ‘em open and pull out their insides. Which is ya choice?" he says matter-of-factly and grins, and I stare in shock. Ebony rolls her eyes as if this is totally fucking normal. It's not. Even Wesley is silenced. Joker seems totally unphased by the guns pointed at him.

His scars. Lexon raised his hand. His chest tightened when he saw the long scar that began at his collarbone. The scar he always wondered, how did he get one so long, and so wide? It was the worst scar on his body... And now he knows how he got it. He watched as they took the silver blade to Jace. It looked as though they were trying to split him in half, carving him up like a damn turkey! His little wolf's painful screams shattered his heart, the amount of blood spilled terrified him.

“I'm gonna bruise this fucking tits until they're all red and you're gonna act like the little victim that you are.” He shuffles close, taking his hard cock out of his sweats. He sat on my stomach keeping me from breathing then he pressed my breasts together and thrust between them hard and fast. I gasped when he rolled my nipples with his fingers and cried out when he pinched them. He presses harder on my tits earning a groan from me. “You're loving this..look at all that juice.” He gasped, his eyes trained on the place we joined. That's when I noticed them…three dark scars along his ribs. I have never seen Josiah shirtless before but this could be something I could use to hold my ground th