Jasper Battle Scars Novels & Stories

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

I tried to catch myself, throwing my hands down toward the floor… But my right hand, the one that had never fully healed buckled. My palm hit first, straight onto the shards. There was a wet, tearing crunch as ceramic sliced deep into my flesh. Pain flashed white, bright enough to blind. My blood poured instantly, dark and thick. I collapsed onto my side among the fragments, my breath knocked from me, my vision flickering. Jasper stared. For the first time since I returned… he looked afraid of what he had done. Then he burst into tears.

My mother just hugged me, she must have known the pain am passing through " it's okay my daughter, go and shower and come and have your dinner, he did not worth your tears " " next week is your birthday, you should invite your friends so you could forget about this". My brother included, he must have forgotten I don't have friends I saw the look on their faces, they all pity me, I was shattered on the inside and the only thing comforting me was the mark on my neck cause it making Sky really happy, at least one of us is really happy. JASPER POV Immediately I got home, I just went up to my room, I was really devastated, was still thinking about her when Brenda entered into my room crying and I

"I am going to go to the next tent over to ask the healer for more ointment. I will be back momentarily." Jasper waits for his mother to leave and continues to wait for a few moments, before forcing himself into a sitting position. He grimaces as his entire torso is engulfed in a burning agony. Groaning, he puts pressure on his legs and stumbles to a stand. As he releases a long breath in order to gain the strength to take a step, Jasper holds his chest, keeping his upper body from moving as much as possible. He limps to the flap of the tent, pulling it aside to glance out. His mother is still not within eyesight and the entire community is bustling about. They do not notice as he slips from

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

Although he was thinner compared to the past, his muscle lines were still obvious and attractive. However, Summer was not attracted to Jasper’s body figure. Rather, she had her attention drawn to the scars on his body. In the past, Jasper was a capable and influential person, a genius in the business sectors, and the young master of the Miller family... There were no scars on his body. But now, his stomach, back, and shoulders were covered in scars... Perhaps it was because of her. Since he met her, all he experienced was suffering and pain. So, even if they ended up tormenting each other, she could not leave him anymore.

I slap a hand over my mouth as my stomach churns in protest, barely making it to the nearest door before I feel like I’m going to be sick. I shove it open without thinking— Only to freeze. Jasmine stands in front of a mirror, her back to me, mid-motion of removing her shirt. My mouth opens to apologise, but the words die in my throat. Because that’s when I see them. As the fabric slides down her shoulders, pale skin is revealed, marred with scars. Long, jagged, brutal. Some fresh and raw, others old and faded, crisscrossing over her back like she’d been torn apart and barely stitched back together. A web of pain carved into her flesh.

Blood spattered faces and weapons alike, mingling screams of rage and agony. In the makeshift field hospital, under the pale flicker of lantern light, medics operated with urgent precision. Tattered tents smelled sharply of antiseptic and burnt flesh. Bandages were soaked through repeatedly, wounds stitched tight only to bleed anew. Groans and sobs filled the cramped space, voices heavy with pain and fear. Jasper lay on a cot, body battered and bruised from recent battles, breathing shallow but eyes ablaze with a stubbornness that refused to fade. Despite his injuries, his determination burned bright—ready to rise and fight again.

"You grew up in a loving environment. You have parents, stepmothers, and brothers who love you. Since you were young, you've never been through much suffering. That's why you can be optimistic, positive, and cheerful as you overcome all sorts of obstacles. "However, that wasn't the case for Jasper. He once had nothing. His mother went through so much difficulty in reclaiming his identity as a Beckett. Even so, people plotted and schemed against him time and time again. He stumbled all the way to where he is today and ended up all bruised and battered. "Other than Grandpa Newton, you are the only one he has. So, he's more fragile than you think. He cannot afford to lose. "If anything were to