Joker Scars Novels & Stories

"I'm mateless, Celeste." "What do you mean?" He sets his drink down, scooting off the bean bag and pushing himself closer to me. He turns his back to me, grabbing his lengthy hair and moving it away from the back of his neck. There, beneath his hairline, is a circle of scarred flesh. As he flexes his neck I could've sworn it had a goldish hue to it. There's raised flesh within the circled scar, slightly pale in color. Two inward curved lines reflect back on each other on opposite sides of the scar. Additionally, a small line lays between the reflection, outward dashes of opposite direction on either end. A slanted slash goes through the middle of the line. It looks wrong on his body, the mar

"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."

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.

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.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

He was pissed that Neil had taken off without guards and still had yet to return, and he was taking it out on me. I groaned and picked the knife up again. By midday, my skin was covered in nicks, bruises, and shallow cuts. My arms ached from the strain, my injured hand trembling every time I tried to grip the knife. Back home, marks like these would’ve been unacceptable—models weren’t supposed to have scars, or any imperfections, really, except for the exciting ones like vitiligo or heterochromia. The thought of permanent scarring twisted my stomach. With my wolf so weak, I was still healing too slowly. And healing slowly meant that the skin was more likely to develop marks.