Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

I can’t put Johnathan in a position where he’s forced to act against his nature just because I am irrational. “I won’t touch her. I promise,” he says with a soft little smile. "I only have eyes for my mate." “I know. I trust you.” He flutters kisses over my back, caressing the nasty scars Lucas left behind. I squirm uncomfortably and try to get away from him. “Don’t do that.” “Why not?” “My scars… they’re ugly.” “Nooo,” he breathes. “They tell your story. One of bravery and victory. I think they’re beautiful.”

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

At first I was confused, then I realized what it was all about. My scars... I have a whole Lotta scars on me. "Don't worry... the one in me is worse than the physical ones you see",I said. He looked at the mirror and our eyes met. We walked over to me and placed his hands on my back and traced the scars with him thumb. "I'm so gonna kill them... all of them ",he mumbled. I turned to face him. "You don't have to ",I said. "You're not gonna stop me are you? "

“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.”

Since then, I still went to Loki’s house to see him every day. Apart from seeming a little wounded in spirit after his confession that day, he soon returned to his usual self. Whenever I asked about his injuries, he always gave the same answer: “This little wound? Just wash it with some water and it’ll be fine.” I asked again whether his head still hurt and if it would leave a scar. He replied, “What’s wrong with a man having a scar?” His answers left me both amused and exasperated.

How convenient! Scar released a deadly growl focusing on Jace's hand on my breasts. Jace quickly removed his hand and asked in a quivering voice, "Who-who are you and w-what are you doing here?" Scar snarled in response and I laughed, tsk-ing at Jace. "That's my mate you little piece of shit. Didn't I warn you that my mate would come for me?"

I told him and he blinked at me once, trying to figure me out. “The scars don't make you ugly. It made you stronger. It's… a part of you that you probably wouldn't want to lose…” I trailed off when he scoffed. “You don't know that” “Oh, I do. I know that you would have gotten rid of this long ago if you wanted to. You left it this long till it became like this, almost irreversible” I pointed and I watched his throat work up slowly. “I…” “Tell me, Scarface. Do you really not know that you're gorgeous even with the scar or are you just trying to make me say it bluntly?” I asked and he literally choked on his breath.

Music played out of large speakers hung on the club's walls increasing Scars anxiety by 100. For once in his life, he didn't want to die. Jax's men were mounted on their bikes with hookers hung on the necks whilst Jax and Vice was stood by their motors talking about God-knows-what, "You ready, Scar baby!?" AJ screeched as he neared Scar. His face was bright with excitement as he neared his brother who couldn't be any more anxious, "Don't tell me you've gone soft, brother!" he laughed as Scar punched him in the gut. Doubling over, AJ huffed out in anger.

The scarred man walked forward and pulled off the cloth in Jessica's mouth. Jessica coughed violently. "I need water." The scarred man's gaze became sharp. When he was about to teach Jessica a lesson, the masked man stopped him. "Give her some water!" The scarred man frowned and didn't have the guts to say anything else. He picked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap. He poured the water towards her face. She didn't care about her image in such a situation. She endured the humiliation and gulped down the water. Being alive was the central issue!

"Shouldn't you say something else?" "Should I?" He patted his hair as he looked at her with a tilted smile. "Take a bath and I'll help you with your injuries." She said. "Imogen would heal it overtime." He said. "But there'll be scars..you shouldn't leave scars all over your body." She shook her head. "Scars are a mark of victories." "Not today's scars." She moved closer to him, "These are marks of distraction." She whispered and raisedd her brows, her eyes brightening like the sun. Xandros's expression darkened as he stared at her.