Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

His eyes widened a bit and a look I couldn't recognize crossed his eyes, before he quickly his it with a smirk. "Damn! She's one fine piece of ass," he said as he chuckled and looked at Scar. I opened my mouth to say something before Scar quickly moved face to face with the guy. "Look her way again and you're dead," he said in a low growl. I gulped. Marco chuckled nervously. "I was just joking, man." "I wasn't," Scar retorted. "I need a drink," I murmured shakily as I walked off to a nearby bar.

The man wearing the scar said as he turned over to me. "... And a very beautiful one at that, sometimes I wonder which is better for your high taste in business or beautiful as fuck women…" The man with a scar after saying this began to laugh, but when he saw that there was a straight poker face on Lorenzo’s face, his laugh slowly died in his throat. "Are you done yet?"

“It was my mother and grandmother who saved me. Ruff had slowed him down, poor sweet creature. And of course my father had been the one to end Cujola. If they had given up on me for even a moment, I wouldn’t be here. But thanks to all of them, I made it through. Now, I have this horribly ugly scar to remind me of what happened.” Kit looked down, pulling the sheet away where it covered part of the jagged line that ran down the length of his left side. “It’s not ugly to me,” she replied, bending to place her lips in several places along the path. “It’s a story—it tells what you have overcome.” She looked back into his eyes. “Don’t ever think any less of yourself because of it. Scars make us wh

“Don’t worry, it will heal soon.” Jackie stepped back, a hurricane of emotions rising inside her—love, fear, regret, exhaustion, the heavy weight of battle. She grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall. Tiny shards of porcelain scattered across the floor, and Jackie fell to her knees, sobbing loudly. “You don’t understand! I was injured with a blade cursed by a dark witch. My scars will stay forever.” She screamed, her voice breaking, “I WOULD STAY UGLY. JUST REJECT ME!”

“It’s – well. Some of it’s really bad. But you must know that, right?” Ace thought about the beatings that had gone on for hours; the crunch of lower leg bone; the knife carving out his left eye; the razors cutting the skin off his chest. Joker had insisted on removing his Fallen Angels tattoo personally, claiming that a cock-sucking traitor had no right to have it on his body any longer, and Ace still wasn’t sure if Joker had been more outraged by his disloyalty to the club, or his homosexuality.

The scarred man had kept his words to a minimum all this time and now when opened his ominous mouth he did not speak something good either. “Thélete na diaskedásete me aftó” (Want to have fun with it) His friend frowned and then raised an eyebrow. Then suddenly he caught something scarred man had thrown his way. Only when they lighted it I came to know what the thing was. The possibility of what they could actually do with it and how much harm they could bring on him with him made my heart skip a breath. “no,” I said. “Min tou to káneis aftó” (Don’t do this to him)

But he didn't falter, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently cup my face in his hands, his touch sending a wave of warmth flooding through me. "Star," he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness and understanding. "You are beautiful, scars and all. They are a testament to your strength and resilience, not a mark of shame." “And besides I have terrible scars too, so I'm in no position to judge anyone. I was too ashamed of mine so I tattooed all over them.” He said raising his arms as I saw a scar but tattoos scattered all over.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

Scarlet's dramatic arrival, accompanied by her stone-heavy accusation completely startled me out of my wits that it took me seconds to entirely collect my scattered thoughts. Staring back at her with the same piercing glare she'd thrown at me, my lips stretched into an atrocious smile Joker would be so proud of. "Pleased to see you, Miss Ross. However, I don't recall writing your name on my visitor's list." Surveying her black outfit from head to toe, my smile stretched wider, finding it entertaining to finally see her wearing such an unflattering color on her skin "Have you come here to fetch my soul?"

I was a queen in my own kingdom and wooing me with something this trivial was a futile attempt in my world. "You don't look so bad yourself, for someone who kills for a living just because it turns him on and helps him.jack off." We both laughed at my comment because it was a factual truth. The jaggering scar on his right eyes was the final struggle of one of his victims but he still came off just fine.