Joker Scars Novels & Stories

"No, I don't have any scars on my body. You've really got the wrong person." Ben: "Can I see?" "Uh..." Jocelyn didn't want the man to keep fixating on this. What if he bothered her again? "You can look, but Killian needs to be by my side." Killian: "..." The Maybach pulled up in front of a brightly lit coffee shop. Jocelyn took off her jacket. Her sweater underneath was low-cut, so Ben only needed to glance down to see if the scar was there. However, on her flawless, snow-white skin, there wasn't a single blemish.

"No way! I saw her sell her kidneys. She still has the scar. Your skills must be off. Get someone else." The doctor slammed the chart down on the desk, his anger barely contained behind his mask. "I've been a doctor for 50 years. I can tell a missing kidney by touch," he said. "I'd stake my career on it. The patient has both kidneys. That scar you mentioned? Just from an appendectomy. If you don't believe me, I can run tests right now." His words hit like a hammer. Andre eyed Natalie suspiciously, but before he could speak, she turned pale, grabbing his hand. "This hospital is messed up. I want a transfer."

Toys, objects and violent sex and it amazed me that I still found a way to focus on enjoying the act even after he was done with me, but I guess the human brain can normalise anything when it’s done enough. I only have one visible scar, hidden by a tattoo of a dandelion head on my hip. One mark where Rick slashed me in rage because I wouldn’t hold still while he drunkenly abused me. He smashed his bottle and somehow managed to get me across my hip bone. I had seven stitches and the stem of my tattoo means you never see it. Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more.

He got the bull's-eye. Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV A FEW YEARS LATER Seated crossed-legged at the front of the little beach. My stiff cold fingers ran in an adjacent line down the symmetric of my jaw bones. My finger grazed something that it shouldn't graze. Something I wished I wouldn't come across ever again, something that made me detest me, my once perfect face, a scar running at the ends of my jaw. I wished I died in that water. My life and the life growing inside of me. It would have been the better option than living to suffer such a sorrowful existence.

I memorise a freckle above his left nipple. My fingers trace my bite that’s left two crescent moon scars on his lower ribs. I study him like I’m going to take a test on every detail, I notice faint scars over his shoulders and chest. I can only guess wolf claws… It’s one of two things we don’t fully heal from. Claws and teeth.

I was getting drunk from his scent and touch. My fingers fumbled while searching for the hem of his T-shirt. When I found it, I pulled it up and looked down at his naked torso. There were scars, strangely resembling claw marks, that started at the top of his pectoral and ended close to his navel. There were more on his shoulders and ribs. I traced my fingers over the thick, healed skin and wondered when he had gotten them. I slid my hand lower over his abdomen and cupped his erection through the material of his jeans.

Jaselyn's POV Before I could say anything, Zane took off his shirt, and I gasped in shock. There, on his chest, was a large scar, angry and jagged, marring his otherwise smooth skin. The wound was unmistakable— clearly a gunshot wound that had healed over time but still held the story of a violent and near-fatal injury.

" I can share my routine with you, it will probably work for you. Your physic is not so... I'm just realizing it, you have so much freckles. Right here .. and here, even on your chest, and your skin is so smooth, do you do skincare?" I blush furiously and thwart his hand from my chest, he's behaving like I'm a new specimen. "These marks are..." Holy shit! I wrap the towel around my shoulders consciously, the scars have not completely faded. I don't even think they ever will, Pierce is so obsessed with inflicting new ones. "I got bitten by a dog..." Why is this the only fucking lie that I can come up with? How creative, Kai! "Damn, it must have been an aggressive one..."

Xander and I crawled into my bed and rather than have a proper discussion, all I could do was cry. Scars filled his entire chest and back. Even his legs were not spared. There was a deep cut that ran down the middle of his chest and stopped almost at his belly button. It was as if someone tried to cut him open. It had healed. All the wounds on his body had healed but for a wolf to be this scarred, the injuries must have been very deep and difficult to heal. “You must have been in a lot of pain.” I ran a finger across the scar on his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.