Jason Todd Scars Novels & Stories

Jasper cooed "Stop being touchy, who's she" Jessica asked noticing the lady behind Jasper "She's Tara my girlfriend, Tara meet my baby sis Jessica" Jasper introduced the two ladies. "Hi Jessica nice to meet you" Tara said and shook hands with Jessica. "Jasper I need to talk to you in private " Jessica told. "Ok, be right back babe" Jasper siad and he and Jessica went to a private section of the house "So what do you want to talk about" Jasper asked

After this noisy gunfire was a loud thud of a falling body on the floor. Like a frozen lake in the middle of the winter, Leon coldly looked at the lying body on the floor, unmoving with red liquid constantly oozing out from the bullet wound on her forehead. His eyes were emotionless, as he watched the liquid oozed from the bullet wound, he looks like he was just watching a regular tv show.

Just as in my dreams I was wet, my night shirt was soaked as if I had been standing outside during the storm. I walked into the bathroom turning the shower on to quickly rinse off. I checked the clock; 4:30 AM. I noticed my ankle was no longer in pain as I put weight on it. It was slightly bruised as if it had been weeks old. The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch.

"Don't you think… don't you think Paul deserves a much better Luna? Someone who would be more acceptable to the pack, someone with the skills and strength to match his own. Perhaps, someone without any scars from their bitter past-" Before I could finish my question, Jayson signaled for a short break from the combat. Stepping away from the arena, he fetched me a bottle of water and considered it for less than a second before saying, "No." "No?!" I repeated the one- word answer he had given as I spat out my water, almost spraying him unintentionally. "No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

“But I’d say don’t scratch yourself again, Jason.” His voice dipped low and dangerous. “Because next time, I want to see where you’ll get your cure from.” Jason stiffened at those words. The fight in his limbs dulled—just for a second—but I saw it. I saw the panic flicker in his eyes. Mr. Scott noticed too. He turned to me and Adrian. “You two—on your feet. Now.” Adrian helped me up, but my knees were still shaky. My palm throbbed. My whole body felt too small for the anger and pain stuffed inside it.

A woman with all the right curves stared back. I’d changed. I was sure I’d grown an inch taller. My skin was still creamy, and the old scars crisscrossing my body had faded to faint lines. Though invisible to human eyes, beings like Jason could still spot them. I’d seen the burning anger and sorrow in his eyes when he noticed them, almost as if he blamed himself for each mark. When I’d been cut open, he hadn’t been there. It wasn’t him who had done all this to me. He should understand that. Now, he’d promised to repay those motherfuckers, and he planned to go alone.