Joker Scars Novels & Stories

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,

there is a very small butterfly-shaped pink scar on his eyebrow. In the end, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. All of these characteristics proved that it was Juwan Smith! Even though Mike didn't recognize Juwan, Javen knew him very well. The butterfly-shaped scar was caused when he fell off a tree at the age of five and smashed into a rock. At that time, his mother said that the scar was a blessing. Otherwise, that blunt stone would have hit his eyes. If that was the case, it was actually caused by Juwan?

She looks at June, then at me, all confused. “Look, all I know is, I got this scar or whatever when I was a kid. I fell off a small cliff or something..I don’t know. My parents never told me the whole reason.” “Can I..see?” June asks politely as I show her my scar. She touches my skin softly, and weirdly, my pain starts to fade away. “How did you say you got this..injury?” June questioned. “I may have fallen off a cliff...why?”

"Maybe that's why this feels like a story. Like I'm just a character waiting for the author to start the next chapter." "Then let's start it," Skylar said. He helped me sit up, piling pillows behind my back. As he moved, the sleeve of his shirt slid up, revealing a faint, jagged scar on his forearm. It looked like a bite mark. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to it. Skylar quickly pulled his sleeve back down, his expression hardening for a split second before the mask of calm returned. "An old injury. From a hunt. It’s nothing for you to worry about."

There was no single one—neither a scratch nor a bruise, not even a single scar to show that they were once there. “Jade, come and see something quick.” She called him from the bathroom. Jaden was still sleepy but he managed to get up, rubbing his eyes with his palm, the second time she called due to the urgency in her tone. “Babe.” He called drowsily. She opened the bathroom door and let him in. “See, all my scars are gone. All of them.” “Whoa. That’s so mad. What did you use?” He asked in awe, touching the parts of her skin where the scars were before to check if they had a different feel.

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

Not just shock, but something akin to fear flickered in their cruel eyes. A massive man, a veritable mountain of muscle with a scarred face and cold, calculating eyes, stepped forward. He had a tattoo of a snarling wolf devouring a cross on his neck. His voice was a low rumble, barely contained fury. “What in the blazing hell just happened?” Jax looked at me, then at his now-intact ribs, then back at me. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “She… she healed me,” Jax finally managed, his voice hoarse, disbelieving.

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.