Jasper Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Jasper said calmly "You don't understand he's the one I want, he's the type of man I need, he's the perfect man for me and I love him, all you have to do is to get rid of that girl so I can be with him. Why can't you do this for your sister" Jessica sobbed "He's not the man for you jessie, he's already taken and I can't do what you're asking for" Jasper tried to reason with her "I should have known asking you for help would be useless, I'll get my man by myself without your help, I'll get rid of that bitch" Jessica said and walked out.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

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Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

And though the scars of battle would fade with time, the memory of their fight would linger, amidst the chaos of the jungle. He was a hero... A superhero. Thank God, he is with me here. With swift determination, he shielded us from harm. The victory was hard-won, the price paid in bruises and blood. His battered form, his bare chest now bearing the marks of their unexpected encounter. As the adrenaline subsided, my gaze fell upon him, his form adorned with scratches and bruises, the price of his bravery. Tears welled in my eyes, as I was shocked and speechless at the moment... but those tears were the silent acknowledgment of the emotions coursing through me.

I gritted out before pressing the earpiece closer. Jasper was still out there, lurking, waiting for his next move. As the battle continued, gunfire rang out throughout the docks, and bullets bounced off of crates and metal containers. While my men held their positions and exchanged bullets with Jasper's team, I moved strategically to close the space between myself and the bastard himself.

"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.

Jasmine’s lips part, and for a moment, I think she might retreat, but instead, she whispers, “I’m sorry.” Her apology surprises me. I shake my head, the corner of my mouth twitching in something that might almost be a smile. “Don’t be. The scars we carry...they remind us of what we’ve survived. And surviving… it’s a victory, even if it doesn’t feel like it.” She flinches, her body curling inward like she’s trying to make herself disappear. I see the way her nails dig into her palms, the trembling in her shoulders as her breath quickens.

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

“That brand says otherwise. You’re mine, Amelia. Always will be.” I froze, my eyes dropping to the ugly scar on my arm. It was a jagged, burned mark, red and raw even after all this time. The memory hit me like a punch—Jasper holding me down, the red-hot iron searing my skin, my screams echoing while he laughed. I’d begged him to stop, but he just kept going, saying it was to “mark his property.” My knees wobbled, but I forced myself to stand tall. I wasn’t going to let him see me break again.