Joker Scars Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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..."

I can't even wear the dresses I like because of these scars. My eyes widened when I felt his hot breath roaming on my chest. I looked down and my eyes widened all of a sudden when he pressed his lips on my scars. My breath hitched and I put my hands on his shoulder to push him away but he didn't budge. He kissed each line of the scar and I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Things accelerated pretty quickly. What is this man? At first, he wanted to kill me and now he's kissing my scars. Kissing my scars through his mask. Holy yet so unholy.

"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.

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