Novel & Cerita Joker Scars

An unconscious sigh escapes my mouth, and he silences again with another peck. Slowly, he removed my clothes and his. I looked at his muscular body briefly; several scars were there. They're pretty significant, and there's no way they're ordinary wounds. Jax took my hand and placed it on his chest. He then restarted the game that had paused. He started to kiss the sensitive parts of my body, which brought out a thrill that I couldn't explain.

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

"It doesn’t matter. Men always have scars!" But Jocelyn was still sorry for him. "This scar is so deep that it’s unlikely to fade!" Looking into her eyes, which were full of sadness, he couldn't help giving a chuckle and hugging her. "It doesn’t matter. I’m delighted as long as both of us remember that the scar on my palm is the proof of my love for you!" Jocelyn glanced up at Skyler with red eyes, as she was moved.

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

Silver burn scars crisscrossed the skin there—evidence of my attempts to end my suffering in the containment facility. "Did you suffer there?" he asked softly, his fingers lightly tracing the scars. The unexpected tenderness in his touch made my legs give out. I sank to the floor, my wolf whimpering as I kept my eyes fixed on the ground. "Suffering is relative," I whispered. "Inside or outside those walls... it's all different levels of the same hell." James crouched beside me, his wolf's dominance carefully controlled. "These scars," he said, gesturing to my wrists. "They can be removed with specialized pack healing treatments."

Why was she not Harley? All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The edges were frayed and the colors were faded. He rubbed the card in-between his fingers and started flipping it back and forth. The card slipped from his hand and it came barreling down towards his face. Jack flinched. The cool surface of the card now laid over his right eye. He could see the face of the Joker. It looked darker and

His scars. Lexon raised his hand. His chest tightened when he saw the long scar that began at his collarbone. The scar he always wondered, how did he get one so long, and so wide? It was the worst scar on his body... And now he knows how he got it. He watched as they took the silver blade to Jace. It looked as though they were trying to split him in half, carving him up like a damn turkey! His little wolf's painful screams shattered his heart, the amount of blood spilled terrified him.

°° HÉCTOR °° Jake. My fingers froze on the steering, my heart thudding louder than any drum as I watch the chaos unfolding in front of me. Jake, convulsing in Gustavo's arms, looking badly injured with blood all over his face. Even in that state and after four years have passed, there is still no way I wouldn't recognize my Gamma. He hasn’t changed a lot, most especially the ugly scar beneath his left eye. He'd gotten it from a severe attack once when we went hunting in the woods and accidentally trespassed into another pack's territory.