Joker Scars Novels & Stories

“I can’t judge her for that.” “Hell none of us could. You and I have been where she was… We have the damn scars to prove it.The difference is that we weren’t stuck there for five years.” Joker sighed. “Now, I’m a little crazy from my time and you’re a goddamn hard ass and that has been our lot in life. But her…. She seems to have gotten a double dose of both.”

I seriously hope I won't catch anything wearing this. Once I was fully dressed, I turned back towards Jace who had managed to wipe off a good portion of the blood off his face, but a nasty scab was left just above the edge of his left eye brow. I silently hissed between my teeth, well aware it would definitely leave a scar. Yep, he is definitely going to kill me.

If I didn’t have Jolie and Jessica by my side, I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done. I get up and go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with such force that the windows rattle in their frame. I take a quick shower, then stare at my reflection in the mirror, hoping Edric will be done and gone by the time I’m finished in the bathroom. I’m almost completely healed, apart from a small scar on the side of my face, close to my left eye – it’s not big, but it’s noticeable. I run my fingers over the thick ridges of skin. There’s a similar, bigger scar on my collarbone, running from my clavicle to my shoulder, another one on my stomach, but the biggest and worst of the scars is a rag

He says indignantly "I seriously thought I hurt you!" "I promise you I'm fine! Look" I say, lifting the hem of my pajama top so I can see the long wrinkled pink scar that runs down the right side of my abdomen "See? I am healing faster than I normally would from all the cures that have been pouring into me" Travis looks at my scar and follows it with his fingertips. His touch is so soft and light that it tickles me and I can't help but laugh, but my laugh is cut short when I see the sad look in his eyes.

“I'm glad you are back and sorry I never came to check up on you this week. I just felt you needed some space off so I had to let you be and heal.” He muttered as he approached where I stood. “Put this in the other room.” I handed the picture frame to Jones Weatherford. I saw the shock in his face, i knew he never believed I would ever have the mind to push ahead. He looked at me as he furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the scars around my eyes. The more I looked at the sun, the more it burnt my fragile skin. Around my eyes were red like I've been bleeding severely. “Jace?”

“Fuck, I may die first.” Her head moved from side to side as her lips curved. “You said last night that no man has died from not ejaculating.” “It’s an untested theory.” She turned, sitting on her knees and stared down at my chest. After an agonizing, indeterminate amount of time, she lowered her hands over my pecs, running her palms over my skin. “How did you get the scars?” “Knives, mostly.” I lifted my arm and showed her a more circular scar. “That one was a bullet.”

He’d beaten three men damn near to death, and truthfully, he’d have loved to have had a few swings at Joker. I’d have fucking knocked his head clean off his shoulders, I swear. “No,” she said at last. “I wasn’t scared. But…” Her voice trailed off. “But what?” “But I saw a side of you that I’ve never seen before.” Her eyes held his, not letting him off the hook. “I mean, I knew it had to be there… you said you had a tough childhood, and that does something to people.” She looked down at his naked chest. “I can see the scars on your body, and all these tattoos… I’m no expert, but some look like prison ink to me. And those punches tonight weren’t anything like the first you’ve ever thrown.”

See doing what he does for a living he was able to tell what's what with regards to the way people reacted , then again his world was all about instant gratification, and fun. Iris turned around to make sure everything was alright. She had taken her scarf off mid conversation with Javier on the plane and forgotten that she had his hoodie on . Her hair was tied up in a coiled bun. Most of Irisis' stab wounds had healed and the scars were fading the wound on the lower back end of her neck left a nasty scar. She had forgotten about it. In a way it had become a part of her . When Javier saw the scar ; the first thing that crossed his mind was ; how and when did something sinister happen to Iris.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

As the third slice to his abdomen was completed, Jaxsen lost consciousness. “When I woke up, they were sitting a few feet away drinking some more. There were four cuts altogether. This one, and this one, and this one, and this one.” One by one he showed her the four scars. The one on his ribs, the next stretched across his hip bone on the right side. The third and fourth one created an ‘X’ between the breast line and the sternum. “I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.”