Joker Scars Novels & Stories

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.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

“I do.” She touched him now, ran her fingertips along his bruised cheekbone. Her touch was delicate and tender, and he closed his eyes, weak with gratitude. “Does this hurt?” she asked. “A bit,” he said, his eyes still closed. “It’s OK.” “What about the rest of your injuries?” “Fine.” “Your back?” He looked at her now. “Well… a bit sore. Joker and Doors really let me have it.” She nodded. “Can I – can I see?”

With the feeling that I was seeing something sacred. "You are beautiful too," I said. He smiled. "Thank you." I put my hands on his chest again. No fabric this time. Just skin. I traced the lines of his shoulders. The curve of his arms. I touched the small scar on his ribs. "What is this from?" I asked. "I fell off my bike when I was ten. Six stitches." I ran my finger along the scar. "Does it still hurt?" "No. It is just a mark now." I leaned forward and kissed the scar. Just a small kiss. Just my lips on his skin. When I pulled back, his eyes were closed.

A squeak echoes through the silence, and as arms wrap around me, I realize the sound came from me. “I’ve got you,” Lucas says, pulling me to his chest. “No, your injuries—” “Are fine,” he interrupts. He reaches up, grabs the back of his collar, and tugs his ruined shirt over his head. “See?” I don’t want to look at the faint pink scars slice across his torso, a stark contrast to his regularly tanned skin. They’ve healed mostly, but there will always be marks to remind me that he nearly died today. Reaching for my hand, Lucas takes my hand in his and carefully runs my fingers over the marks.

“I'm gonna bruise this fucking tits until they're all red and you're gonna act like the little victim that you are.” He shuffles close, taking his hard cock out of his sweats. He sat on my stomach keeping me from breathing then he pressed my breasts together and thrust between them hard and fast. I gasped when he rolled my nipples with his fingers and cried out when he pinched them. He presses harder on my tits earning a groan from me. “You're loving this..look at all that juice.” He gasped, his eyes trained on the place we joined. That's when I noticed them…three dark scars along his ribs. I have never seen Josiah shirtless before but this could be something I could use to hold my ground th