Joker Scars Novels & Stories

“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

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

He looks at me with smoky eyes. "Now what?" he inquires. "I want to remove your clothes," I tell her. "Am all yours," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I run my hand slowly down his shirt in a caress. I slowly undo his buttons, one by one, exposing his broad chest. I can feel Jace's heavy gaze on me as I unbutton his shirt. He shrugs out of it and I start tracing the scars on his chest with my fingers. What could Jace have possibly gone through to incur such kind of damage. Was it when he was young, when he lost his parents? Who hurt him? Whoever he or she was better be dead because if I find out who they are, I will do more damage than...

"Jasper, confirm it." I jumped back as Jasper stepped forward and soon my back hit the wall. I slapped Jasper's hand away when he reached for me and he raised his eyebrows. "We've proven that I'm a lot stronger than you," he said lowly and I gritted my teeth when he lifted my top. He whistled and looked up at me. "That is a dirty scar," he commented and stared at it for a while longer. "And it's a scar from a stab wound." "When did it happen?" The man asked.

A rival pack attacked us, and Braden has been busy restoring order. Thankfully, he told me not to stress about my pack duties until I’ve fully recovered. He can be really sweet sometimes. As I step into the shower, warm water cascading over me, washing away the tension coiled in my muscles. I lather the soap over my skin, I catch sight of the faded red marks on my body. It still doesn’t feel like my own. Braden has tried to explain what happened, but... I just wish I remembered. Even if only a little bit off it but it's just blank. He said we can see the doctor if I want to get checked out but ... I don't know if I want to know the truth. Foamy bubbles glide over the dark pink scars on my wr

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

He probably was. But it's the Butcher who draws my attention. He fixes me with his furious stare, one eyebrow permanently quirked a little higher than the other. His nose looks beakier than ever under the harsh light, his cheeks hollower. The pitted scars along the sides of his face look too deep to be from acne, it might be shrapnel wounds from some explosion long ago. Zajac pauses in front of me, almost directly under the single overhead light. He lifts one finger and touches my chest. He pushes, making me swing helplessly back and forth from the hook.

It burns like shit. “If you’re good, the Doc will give you a lollipop when he’s done,” Jackson snickers. I’m starting to think up ways to kill him. But he leans over, inspecting the cut on my brow. “Oh, now your perfectly handsome face is ruined. But don’t worry, chicks dick scars.” I look at an old scar above his right eye and sigh. I can’t, right now, remember the event that caused that one — he’s been hurt so many times.

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

“What did you do?” “Nothing. I did nothing.” “Mhmm.” I prepared my own coffee and sat right next to Jayler. I could still see the clear scar on his head. It’s all healed up now but hair can’t grow anymore and Jayler preferred to have buzz cut now since you can easily see the scar even with hair growing around it and it does not look good. Apart from the scar on his head, he also has a huge scar on his left elbow. It had to be cemented because the truck really hit him hard. He had a lot of surgeries and thank the lord that even when he’s comatose, he managed to survived all of them.