Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

“Huh, now I see—she usually talks about you, you were the scarred man-face who ditched her the moment she said she was interested.” “Me? I think you got the wrong scarred face-man or what do you say again?” Jared blinked while he laid on the ground. “She never told me the name of the man but she always have this insults about every scarred face people she met. Saying they are always full of lies and cowards, they probably got their scar while shitting themselves.” “And what does that mean-I mean why does it concern me,” “Well, you fit in the descriptions.” The Inhumane squatted looking at Jared smoky eyes.

“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.

No matter how much he deserved it, I remembered my parents’ words about preparing for what was coming. The lyrics of Malarkey’s song asked: "Do you like the scars, and do they make the man? Do you want me wounded and stronger, head in the sand, fists up in defiance?" And I asked myself: What would happen to Nikko when he found out about me and his younger cousin? Would this be a scar that broke him or made him stronger? I kept listening to the deep voice of the singer and actor, showcasing one of his greatest talents, asking someone—maybe a lover—if they’d gone too far, if they’d lost their minds being left behind by time.

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.”

“I wish I could have done more to shield the pack from this fate.” Caden's heart ached for him, his compassion resurfacing in a rush. “You’ve done enough, Akira,” he replied, his voice steady yet gentle. “You’ve been a guiding light to us all. Your wisdom has shaped our pack through the years.” A faint smile flickered across Akira’s lips, the kind that held both warmth and sorrow. “I’m proud to have been part of this family,” he said, his voice trembling. “But I fear my time is running out. I won’t be able to see this through to the end.”

He picked the first choice and lived another day. "Clever," Jackie said with a smile as he withdrew the machete. The scarred man scrambled up. "Think this through, Jackie. No one crosses the Black Cougars without retribution." Jackie laughed and waved off his men. "Bring it on, baby. I could kill them in a blink." "Smug smart-ass! Mark my words, this isn't over yet!"

He said smirking as he raised his eyebrow underneath my touch. “If you can’t handle the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen.” I laughed as I grabbed the bottle and took a gulp before handing it to him. “And this,” He said as his hands moved down to the long, deep scar on my left hip. “Was from a clumsy kid, trying to show off for the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.” He said as he smiled at the scar before his eyes met mine. “Vegas.” I breathed, my heart fluttered from his confession.

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.