Joker Scars Novels & Stories

The woman at his back lets out a whimper as Connor asks me the stupid question. “You brought me back to my father, the last fuckin’ place I want to be; get me out of here.” I snarl at him while pulling the tubes and wires from the back of my hand and my chest; it's only when I pull the sticky pad off my left pec that I notice a scar I don’t recognise. It's a long scar that looks a few years old; it's well past the healing stages and if I didn’t know my own body, I don't think I'd even notice it.

°° HÉCTOR °° Jake. My fingers froze on the steering, my heart thudding louder than any drum as I watch the chaos unfolding in front of me. Jake, convulsing in Gustavo's arms, looking badly injured with blood all over his face. Even in that state and after four years have passed, there is still no way I wouldn't recognize my Gamma. He hasn’t changed a lot, most especially the ugly scar beneath his left eye. He'd gotten it from a severe attack once when we went hunting in the woods and accidentally trespassed into another pack's territory.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

"Go on." "He was showing me his scar on his chest. The one he got from being shot. I'm scared Jake . . . I can't stop thinking about what Jones did. I've never felt more alone with what I'm dealing with mentally. I'll have to live with this for the rest of my life." I tell him, lifting my top up to show him the freshly dressed wound. "It felt so good to know he had gone through the same thing! That someone knows how I'm feeling. He gave me hope that I can also get through this."

My hand came up to cover the a narrow angry red scar marring my upper thigh. "What is that mark?" He asked me and I sighed, knowing he wouldn't let it go until I gave him the answer and the truth at that. "It's the mark I got when I felt off the cliff." I told him and he narrowed his eyes. "Why am I just seeing, I did not see it that day?" He asks me and I shrug "you were too distracted that day" I tell him. The doctor had said it would fade to white in time but it would never go away completely. Alder stalked toward me possessively and my breath caught watching him stalk towards me. He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Bart asked quickly as he continued to examine her back. "Sure," Joanne said, walking over and holding onto Karen. She's pretty. Is she nice?" Conor walked around and stood next to Bart. "Whoa! She's covered in scars. From the top of her back down, but they are mostly on her upper back." Conor reached out and gently ran his fingers over a couple. "She's feisty, Jo. She might take your face off if you aren't careful," Joanne frowned at his comment. There are at least a hundred. No!More than that!

“Firstly, yes, I trust you. Secondly, the pictures are missing your birthmark and your scar.” I blinked in surprise. I didn’t even think about that. All I knew was that I didn’t pose for naked pictures so I knew they weren’t mine, but my birthmark and scar… I raised my top slightly and looked at the small scar that had been on the side of my stomach since I was a kid. I had been playing and I fell, hitting my side against a hard sharp surface. I’d lost so much blood I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t. The scar I’d gotten from the injury had been very huge but over the years, it decreased in size. I even thought it was gone. It was very faint but it was still there. I never told Jacks

So he took a shower after Kyron was clean. "Huff..." Vincent rubbed his arms and face. His skin became much smoother, without any scars. Vincent rubbed his left arm, then frowned. “Where are my scars?” he muttered softly. As far as he remembered, he had a persistent sewing scar on his forearm. He got the scars when he was 12 years old. But now the wound is gone without a trace.

Jace was gorgeous, it was what startled me when I first saw him; Mesmerizing blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect teeth, jaw that could cut glass… “He’s too pretty. Flawless? I don’t know how to describe it.” I shrugged and cut into my stake. “And you don’t like flawless?” “It feels characterless, like the person doesn’t have a story to tell about their lives or like they haven’t done anything. It’s a bad take, I know, but- For example,” I showed him a scar on my wrist. “I got this three years ago when the kitchen door slammed into my hand. I raised my elbow revealing another scar. food festival; A guy tried to snatch my purse and I refused to let go of the strap. These are the resulting burns.