Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

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.

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."

“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].

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

I raised a brow defeated. I had debated for the first twenty minutes in my mind. I had decided no matter how horrible the tattoo could possibly be, there are always cover ups or long sleeve shirts. Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Tadeas’ wouldn’t do anything malicious to me. Would he? My mind chimed in. “I trust you. Would I be here otherwise?” I questioned trying to steal a peek again. “Do I need to blindfold your mate?” The artist threatened from behind his humming gun.

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”