Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

Here Andreas has had enough and decided to end this farce and to shut up that chattering mouth that will never stop if he does not act. Andreas points his finger at him to turn towards him; Come forward, Joker, come, I want to tell you something. Don't be afraid of anything. Those rods are deadly, and I can't hurt you through them. I was shocked as soon as I touched them, and I couldn't stand their pain. Come on. Joker steps forward with confidence, stands near the bars, and smiles; Let's talk what you want

She turned back to him with a steady smile. “See? Nothing’s there.” He looked at her with a confused expression, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’m losing it.” “Then lean on me,” she said softly. “I’m here.” He almost believed her. Almost. As he turned back toward the bathroom, she caught sight of scars on his arm. Thin, dark lines marring his skin. “Jace, what happened to you?” He pulled away. “It’s nothing. Probably a reaction. Give me a moment; I’ll be done soon.”

" 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.

" I looked away . Thankfully he didn't ask how I got it and he just be too occupied with lot of things to even notice that I have a scar. He showed a thin white line on his forearm when he rolled up his sleeve. " So what are we now..scar buddies?" He said , laughing and I cringe, my face burning with hurt. How dare him laugh at me. I felt like crying but didn't want to do it right here. All this because of a mate I gave everything up for, lost my wolf and had this scar because of him. I was about to turn and run but before I could get to the door his voice stopped me.

I say and Jude nods once more. “I am terrified of what she could do to you. She already did this to you,” he says as he moves his thumb over the scar on my face. I feel a chill down my spine as I remember I will never look the same again. I will always have that cut there. My skin will never be flawless again. I will always be flawed now.

“Firstly I'm no bi and secondly I'm amused at how much your low IQ radiates in this room.” He charged at me, “I swear I could kill you right now. You are in my territory now. I won't have you insult me.” “Don't test your luck, sweetheart,” I said and grazed my fingertips on this scar on his left cheek. The scar I had given him with Dante's claws. “Remember what happened the last time you did, and if you don't, remember this beauty on your cheek. Even your healing skills can't get rid of the scar I etched into your skin,” I sucked my teeth, “sad.”

"Where did you get that scar?" Diana demanded. Jasper looked down at the scar, as if he was just noticing it. He stared back at Diana, his eyes watching her, trying to read her expression. "Uh... It happened a long time ago." He answered, stammering a little. "I really don't remember how. I think it's a childhood scar." "A childhood scar that didn't heal?" Diana said next, her hands fisted beside her. Jasper drew back his shirt and buttoned it, shielding his body from her sharp gaze.

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.

“Don’t you get it? This is about what rightfully belongs to me!” “And that would be what, exactly?” Leaning down, he ripped his shirt off, exposing his chest. “You seem to have forgotten,” he spat, staring down at his chest, at the scar I now saw there. The long, dark, ugly scar. “So,” he continued, “I’ll remind you. I mean, that’s the reason we’re here, isn’t it? It’s not about girls or fucking money. This,” he traced a finger across the scar, “is why we’re here.”

she mockingly teased still laughing. "It is just a prank tsk" I rolled my eyes at them it is useless to talk with this two. "Not a good prank dear," Scar said. “That is why I am asking you this cause I am confused but then all you do is laugh like I said the biggest and funniest joke. I am asking because this is driving me crazy. Don’t you get it? Someone told me that I am his mate. ME? DARN, I AM A HUMAN?” I burst into anger and said that to them that made them stop laughing.