Joker Scars Novels & Stories

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?”

I reached for it with trembling hands; it was so bad that Keres had to help me hold it. "It's alright, my sweet, take your time," Keres consoled sweetly. I smiled at his kindness, then proceeded to look into the mirror. I gasped at the horrific sight. Three large scars dominated my face: one going from my eye towards my nose, one on my upper lip, and a big one from my cheekbone to my jaw. The scar on my lips was perfectly in the middle, as though a knife had cut me; it must have been when her ring’s claw hooked into my skin... I stopped my thoughts, not wanting to visualise Amer's ruthless strikes to my face. I was so overwhelmed, that I did not realise the water flowing down my cheek. Only

"You're the one who's incapable! You were the one who didn't have the balls to open fire! You were the one who didn't have the guts to put your life on the line! What kind of man are you?" Selene scratched at his face like a madwoman. "Bitch!" Caleb was furious. He used his functioning hand to slap Selene. I wasn't interested in watching this dog fight, so I turned to leave. "Separate them and take them." The surveillance room was illuminated only by artificial light from screens. Through the cameras in the holding room, it was evident that Selene's face was completely disfigured. Her face had been slashed a thousand times, not more and not less. She was curled into the corner, letting out i

"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.

On the contrary, it might have made me trust him a little more. Dr. Frankler nodded and turned back to Maverick. She pulled down the neck of her shirt, stretching the knit material over her shoulder and exposing a section of her back. A series of odd scars swirled along her shoulder blade in various shades that were darker than her skin color. They made me think of flames. "Maverick, what does this tell you?" she asked. Maverick's eyes widened. "No way! Is that ...?" "Of course, it is," she said. "Do you know anyone else with this mark?"

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.