Novel & Cerita Joker Scars Quote

the scarred man asked. Alpha Xryo scoffed. "You don't have to cut corners. It's clear because you need it for your own advantage. I can see you are beginning to grow wrinkles." he muttered, touching the scarred man face. "Don't worry, I know how much you detest them."

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

She suddenly felt like giving herself a slap! "Mr. Moore, that's not what I meant." She quickly tried to explain herself. "The box says that it can remove burn scars... I don't think that they're ugly. They're kind of beautiful, ptui—I mean, no. It's not beautiful. Um... I just want to let you know that I didn't say that because I thought that your scars looked ugly. I don't think there's anything wrong with having scars. I have them too..." Marshall suddenly chuckled after seeing how nervous Stella got while trying to explain herself. "I know. I was just joking with you."

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Jetro's smile widened as if he’d found some sort of sick amusement in her frustration. “He’ll definitely notice if he sees you like this. Might even get a little jealous.” Scarlet rolled her eyes, feeling the alcohol work its way into her system more intensely now. Jetro’s smugness was starting to grate on her nerves. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She didn’t want to be seen. She just wanted to lose herself in the night.

It was alluring, but a bit dangerous. One day, he offered me a glass of wine he made himself, leaning on a wall covered in vines. "Cheers to the new neighbor," he said in his drawling foreign accent. I took the glass, acting like I did not notice the ring on his finger that meant he was in the mafia, and I just smiled. "Cheers to you too."

“Sometimes I forget you're a mob boss or an asshole nephew.” “Isn't that what the Joker should do? Especially when dealing with a venomous snake like Leonard. You can't let your guard down if you don't want to catch the venom.” *** [Kayoko: Don't forget 11 o'clock at the airport. I don't like waiting or I'll make sure you're broke in 5 minutes].

The very effort of restraining himself was beginning to take a toll on his sanity. "You will suffer for what you've done," he said, staring down into the wicked eyes. "I will go to the ends of the earth to make sure that you pay for your sins. And if that fails, I will leave you in Allah's hands. His punishment will be more severe than any mortal form of punishment." "Go ahead," Yusuf said, his lips tugging up into a cynical grin. "The ball is in your court. It still won't change the fact that I've scarred her for life. And neither you nor anyone else on this planet can undo what has been done."