Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

Not just shock, but something akin to fear flickered in their cruel eyes. A massive man, a veritable mountain of muscle with a scarred face and cold, calculating eyes, stepped forward. He had a tattoo of a snarling wolf devouring a cross on his neck. His voice was a low rumble, barely contained fury. “What in the blazing hell just happened?” Jax looked at me, then at his now-intact ribs, then back at me. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “She… she healed me,” Jax finally managed, his voice hoarse, disbelieving.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

“Now to my third wish ,I want you to borrow me your old truck .i don’t want to take the bus ...” “The truck isn’t so good again and won’t it be stressful .it is going to be at least three days journey “ “It won’t mom ,I want to drive myself “ “Okay no problem .you can take it “ “I love you mom !”Lily said hugging her mom tightly . “You killed her didn’t you ?”Vito said to the bodyguard angrily . “I swear on my mother’s grave .....I only went to deliver your message and found out she isn’t breathing .i didn’t do anything ....”The bodyguard said shivering in fear .

“I can’t judge her for that.” “Hell none of us could. You and I have been where she was… We have the damn scars to prove it.The difference is that we weren’t stuck there for five years.” Joker sighed. “Now, I’m a little crazy from my time and you’re a goddamn hard ass and that has been our lot in life. But her…. She seems to have gotten a double dose of both.”

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

My mom used to tell me that if I got a scar, no one would ever like me, and I’d never get married. =_= She was really good at scaring little kids. I looked at Jace and nodded. "Alright then, what did I say back?" he challenged. I smiled. I never forgot what he said. That was what calmed me down. "You said, ‘Don’t cry, Jill. Don’t worry, I’ll marry you when we grow up, even if no one else wants to, even if you’re covered in scars.’ Right?" He smiled. "See? I did marry you. Even without the scars," he said, then laughed.

I asked, genuinely confused. A flicker passed through his eyes, something raw, vulnerable, before he reached up and traced his finger down the scar on his face. The gesture was almost intimate, as if he was reminding himself of the pain, of the battle he’d survived. "Just because you have a scar doesn’t mean you disgust me," I found myself saying before I could stop myself. "Each scar tells a story. Each scar means you survived an ordeal. They don’t make you weak—they make you stronger. I… speak from experience."

Deep expressed, his gratitude evident in his eyes. Gia offered him a warm smile, her presence a balm to his concerns. "You're welcome, Deep. Just know that your scars don't diminish the strength and beauty that reside within you. You're still the same remarkable person, scars and all."With Gia's comforting words lingering in his mind, Deep felt a newfound sense of acceptance and self-assurance settle within him. Though the scars would always be a part of his physical journey, he understood that they didn't define his worth or his spirit. As he gazed at Gia, a sense of gratitude washed over him, knowing that her unwavering support would carry him through the challenges that lay ahead. Deep sa

“Scar.” My breath hitched almost imperceptibly upon hearing that. “Straight line,” Jasper continued. “Clean. Right across his face. Looked old.” Rook nodded. “Yeah. That’s him.” The room felt smaller, my heart began to pound, each beat heavier than the last, I gave someone a scar like that once upon a time. “Name?” I asked quietly. Jasper hesitated, then shook his head. “Didn’t hear it often. People didn’t say it out loud.”

I can't be bothered to go into the bathroom to change, so I just face the wall while I take my top off and pants, but I make my mistake early, I forgot about the permanent yellow bruising, the fresh red and purple coloured and old white scars, and the deep knife and bullet wounds covering my back and legs. I feel pairs of eyes searching my body, I turn around and find everyone staring at me. And me being me, I make a joke out of it, but they take it seriously. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" They look at me like I'm a lunatic, worry and concern lace their faces, "yeah, actually we do, they look really bad" Saffron says, obviously looking super worried.