Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

I don't want to take revenge, I only want justice. After preparing the things I'll be needing for my vacation, I checked my social media accounts. I did not open any social media when I left because I don’t want to bother myself even more. I don't know what happened to me. I've been very bad to myself and never gave myself a break. So, now, I'll treat myself first. Jill immediately sent me a dm on I*******m upon seeing that I'm active. (*Jill, Molly and Tatiana exchanging messages through I*******m*)

looks like she must have been so scared to offend someone so rich. This forces me to laugh out loud as I return my phone to my pocket and wave at both of them. "All right, it's okay, guys. Chill a little bit and live up. I'm just joking." I say and watch as the lady turns to me with fury on her face. "You deserve an endless sea of punches for that, do you know?" she asks, but I shrug. " What can I say? It's part of my mini traits. I am in Joker by profession."

You are not…and I wonder why that is so. He turns around in the tub to look at me, qwondering if I understood what he's said. I do. I shake my head in disbelief. "A scars nuna karfin zuciya da kuma jimiri ne dagamatasa shekaru. Ban ce muku ya kamata a masanan basu ji dadin a gare su." (The scars show bravery and endurance from a young age. I don't think you should be disappointed in them.)

She finally understood. **** We got to my room, and Liz sat beside me on the bed. Her hand was in mine, fingers held tightly to mine like they were made for each other. “I’m sorry I didn’t show you earlier,” I said, still ashamed. I felt like a damn coward. “It’s okay, Jake.” She looked up at me, her voice soft but strong. “We all have scars buried deep inside us. Some just happen to be where the world can see them.” Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I didn’t understand it all… but I felt it.

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.

I was caught in the crush of bodies, shoved back and forth like a ragdoll. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of pain through my side. Twice I thought the stitches might’ve torn open again. But when I finally made it outside, I checked. No blood. Thank gosh. Also no sign of Silas or Amy. They were gone already. My phone buzzed. An anonymous number. “Told you—you can’t compete with me. If it were you and me at gunpoint, who do you think he’d save?” Then another message came through: “I think you already know the answer. If I were you, I’d have disappeared by now.”

Her heart started to hammer with a bit more vigor in her chest when she spotted the scar, it was a long prominent cut on his neck, hard not to notice. She smiled...after all, this was the first scarred alpha to take the bait. "The devil was once an angel." She took the sip, and as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, she almost coughed up her pride. It was a mystery how she held it back. The man chuckled, taking a seat beside her. "I guess you're right." He turned to the bartender. "Another whiskey." Linessa took another sip of hers. "So," he turned back to her. "I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?"

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?