Novel & Cerita Jason Todd Scars

“This old man kicked some serious ass last night.” “More like they kicked yours,” Jason said, stepping inside. Dahlia chuckled. “What alley cat did you pick a fight with Todd? Just kidding.” “You two don’t appreciate my skills,” Todd grumbled. “How are you feeling, princess?” Jason asked. “Got a bullet in my shoulder. I’ll survive, well, I did die, but my mom shoved me back into this world.” Todd covered his mouth. “Thank you, mom,” he said, looking up. “Wherever you are.”

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

"It is clear that you want to kill me but I still don't know why. Alpha...I mean, Jason might have offended you but I have nothing to do with this. I had a very simple human life before I was dragged into all this." "Cruel as it may sound. Killing you is the only way I can settle the score." The blood on his skin had clot now. It would take a steamy hot shower to get every bit of dried blood off. Now that he was closer, I had time to notice his ripped body and the brutal scars that covered him from his neck to his hip bones. They looked similar to the ones Jason had sustained on his neck and considering they both had history, It was easy to establish how those scars came to be.

he said, his voice cold and detached. Skylar’s heart shattered as she nodded, her sobs wracking her body. “Please, help me,” she begged, knowing it was futile. Instead of offering comfort, Jason brought down pads and tossed them to her. “Use these, clean up and use it.” he ordered, his tone dismissive. For the next few days, Skylar bled and cried, her body and spirit broken. Jason ignored her suffering, only coming down to bring food and more pads. When the bleeding finally stopped, she felt like an empty shell, all hope drained from her.

At the next moment, Jason's expression froze. "Tell me, what's going on?" Jason approached Scar and asked. "Mister Sky, what happened was that little punk was about to take Miss Dale away forcibly. This bar had done nothing to stop it." Scar told Jason. Taking a glance at Dirk, who was on the ground, Jason grunted. "Throw him out, chop his hands off." Jason felt like an eyesore to keep looking at trash like Dirk, who can only be assumed as a cancerous tumor society. Jason knew that a lot more women would be scarred if Dirk was left unscathed.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

All these news were hard to digest. ”By any chance,” Carter started, looking towards Eric, “do you know the name of the guy who did all of these?” Eric scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “I am not sure...Simon haven’t really used his name but I think I heard him call the guy Jason.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Tall and well-built with brown eyes and blond hair with a scar splitting one of his eyebrows?” I asked. “Yeah. So you know him?”

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.