Novel & Cerita How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars

I couldn’t wait to show them. Jasmine was the first to notice us. "Why are you dragging her like that? What happened?" "Look!" Thania said, pushing my hair back again. Joshua leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait a minute... is it just me or..." "It’s gone!" Jasmine gasped. "No way!" "How?!" I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did."

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.

His palms on the either side side of her head, as he balancing his weight and hovers over her. "No Vivian... it's-' She chuckles again and next he knows, she pulls away her shirt desperately, leaving her only in her innerwear. His eyes widen but he doesn't stop, too shocked to say anything. "I am no longer beautiful. I have these scars that remind you of her....is this why don't want me now Ethan?" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more.

All she wanted was to get to know what task she needed to do, to get the money as he had said on the text. "Boss, she's here," the driver said and walked away. The black clothed man turned around. Her first reaction on seeing his face, was to cover her mouth in shock. He had a large scar across his face which looked so ugly that she couldn't bare to look at him. It seemed, the scar was caused by a sharp knife that dug deep into his skin. Of course, the black clothed man knew she would react this way. He chuckled. He began to take few steps as he walked towards her. Jenny, unconsciously moved backwards until she hit the wall, as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear. She were afraid that

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

Light and playful questions were tossed about between the couple until Jordan was sure that she had eased up enough and was now more open to answering his grave questions, moreso, Emerald seemed to have sensed Jordan's concern and inner turmoil because by herself, she chose to steer their discussion towards that direction. “How did you get your scar?” she whispered, stroking his jaw while tracing said scar that ran across his skin. “From my father,” he paused, catching her gaze. “He wanted to stab my mother with a pocket knife one day, but I got in the way and got beat up just like every other day.” Emerald's eyes widened as she watched different conflicting emotions play out in his eyes.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

He mumbled and relaxed on the bathtub, he felt so whipped even though him and cara met only after a lot of years . He walked out from the tub and moved his clothes off from his body and showered his body and caressed his abdomen which was bleeding profusely few moments ago, He did not flinch when he touched the deep scar, it was deep enough to make a person go into a coma but he endured it like a man .He wanted to ask himself if Cara felt the same way as him, but gulped and swallowed bitterly He looked at the familiar scar on his face and recalled the day he got it on his pack, how the rogue scratched and deepened the scar and left him with pain and bleeding with no help .

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.