Joker Scars Novels & Stories

He shifted on the bed and began to unbutton my pajama top, placing a sensual kiss on my skin with each one he undid. Just as he reached the final button, I took a deep breath and held it. My body was riddled with scars from the accident and multiple surgeries. I'd had more stitches and staples than any one person should, and those battle wounds had left marks that appeared angry and painful. They were far from beautiful, and my body was nowhere near perfect.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

"I'm not explaining it well enough because it isn't about words; rugby just is." God, his passion. And damn my raging sexuality. As this realization hit, Joel smiled. It wasn't like the previous one. This was full out and uninhibited. His scar ran from the outer corner of his lower eyelid to the edge of his upper lip; jagged edges that pulled the skin of his cheek tight. Scar tissue made the ridge of the scar more pronounced. I wanted to touch it. Touch him. I realized he watched me closely, his smile fading. "Next question..."

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

The sickness had ravaged their community, and it seemed as though no one was immune to its relentless grip. Caden and Lily entered the den, their faces etched with worry as they navigated the dimly lit space. They paused beside the bedside of Akira, a venerable elder of their pack, whose once vibrant spirit now seemed dimmed. Akira's fur, usually a magnificent blend of earthy browns, was now dull and matted. His sunken eyes met theirs, filled with a profound sadness that spoke volumes. “I’m sorry, Caden,” Akira whispered, his voice barely escaping his throat, strained and hoarse. “I wish I could have done more to shield the pack from this fate.”

"Sir, the Rogues are out of the pack." "Return to the pack house immediately." "Yes, sir." "We should call in the doctor, your wounds need to be treated." Jennifer said, trailing her first finger on the scar on my eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'll heal. Besides, it's a minor wound."

He shouted. The way his face contorted made my heart squeeze and then begin to pound. He looked like he had witnessed the world’s worst horror. Tears even filled his eyes and I could hear his heart pounding louder than mine. Why this reaction? “Cass, it’s no big deal.” I made my tone softer. “It’s just a scar I got when I fell into the rose bushes in the past,” I repeated Doctor Lorenzo’s diagnosis. “Does it make sense for these scars to come from a simple fall?” He held my hands tighter. “These are deep wounds that could not heal on time. It has nothing to do with falling into a rose bush! Tell me, how did this happen!? Who did this to you?”

“ What is this scar? “ Slowly, he grazed his fingers across the scar. Jeane gasped, instantly frigid by his touch. “ How did you get this scar? “ Jeane felt his sudden masculine energy, strong and heavy masking behind her. “ I got scratched by the doorknob, trying to get in. “ She lied. It was actually an injury she recovered from trying to get into the forest bunker on one occasion of fleeing from loan sharks. “ What kind of doorknob would scar you this way? “ As he touched her scar, his touch got heavier. Jeane just hoped that he hadn't discovered that she told a lie. “ Why did it heal into a burnt mark? “ “ That is how my skin works, one of the negative traits I inherited from my father.

Jace’s eyes immediately found Lorenzo and stilled. He looked almost exactly as Jace remembered: handsome, sharp features that belonged on the cover of magazines rather than in the underworld. His jawline was cut from stone, his dark eyes glinted with danger and allure. But now, a scar ran down his face, from his forehead across his eye to the edge of his cheek. It looked like someone had once tried to carve him open. Instead of marring him, it gave him a dangerous and commanding appeal. “Bunny,” Lorenzo smirked, his voice smooth as silk as he waved his hand. The two men at his sides obeyed immediately, stepping out and leaving them alone. Jace’s gaze caught the gleam of metal tucked at their

Jax nodded respectfully at our presence, "You already know our purpose here." Scar saved himself a headache from listening to Vice and Jax talk business and started to look around. All the men on motorcycles wore the same leather jacket marked with a wolves face. The design was simply intricate. Scar had always had a passion for art, that being why his skin and the shiny surface of his bike was covered with his own designs. He found that the more designs he put onto his bike, the more he became protective of it. It was almost as if he feared if someone were to look at it for too long, they would understand aspects of his life that were extremely personal to him and Scar wasn't one for openin