Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

Doom. “You don't have to tell me. Your scar says it all.” “Oh, this.” I chuckle, pointing at the scar on my face. I have a straight scar that starts at just below my eyebrow and extends down to my upper cheek, where it ends. And what can I say? It fucking makes me stand out. I hate and despise how I got it, but this scar has made me who I am today. “It is meant to scare you, actually. And I still got the looks. Women love me.” I deadpan and it's not as if I'm bluffing.

Joker stepped close to Viper and pushed him back. "You've shown us how good of a brother you are to her and believe me, you'll NEVER be able to harm her again." Joker vowed. "YOU were no better back then either. Remember? If you can earn a second chance then so can I." Viper threw back at him. "ENOUGH!" I yelled at everyone looked to me again. "Thanks big brother but it's fine. He doesn't scare me anymore. None of them do." I smiled at Joker who looked at me to be sure but then eased back to stand next to Jaden and I.

Instead, she raises her shirt up exposing her back, revealing a pattern of wide scars scattered across her skin out of reach from her tattoos, as if her tattoos where their frame. I feel lost for words as my eyes scan over her faded markings, feeling unable to grasp how anyone could survive receiving so much trauma when she lowers her shirt and turns around, shrugging as if they were nothing. As if they held no control over her. “I like to think of mine as my battle scars. Each one standing for what I’ve overcome, you know? Think of yours as the same. It’s not every day you came across a badass wolf who’s survived two serious neck injuries. Hell, girl, you’re a bloody miracle!” she bursts in

Ghost seethed, clenching his fist. "Dude, it was a joke. Jesus. Loosen up!" Scar laughed, slapping him playfully. Not like he had expected a different reaction though. Still… "Don't make such stupid jokes again. I just might do to you what I did to Sergio a while back. You gonna be in a wheelchair for weeks. Or months, you choose." Ghost ended his threats with a pinned look. "All because of Ciara?" Scar mused. Then he chuckled again. "Make it make sense, man. Because I think you're being too extreme and fucking unreasonable."

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

Enough for me to feel their breath on my face. My bandages were loose now. They itched a little less. “Heh, he's out col…” I struck. Two quick jabs — one for each of them. "Fuck!" Joker shouted, stumbling back. Spear Guy cursed and drew back, wobbling. "What the hell did you do?" I still had two needles tucked into my bandages, and that's why they itched against the chains. Thin. Dipped in that same lovely poison used on Ryanna.

She finally understood. **** We got to my room, and Liz sat beside me on the bed. Her hand was in mine, fingers held tightly to mine like they were made for each other. “I’m sorry I didn’t show you earlier,” I said, still ashamed. I felt like a damn coward. “It’s okay, Jake.” She looked up at me, her voice soft but strong. “We all have scars buried deep inside us. Some just happen to be where the world can see them.” Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I didn’t understand it all… but I felt it.

You are not…and I wonder why that is so. He turns around in the tub to look at me, qwondering if I understood what he's said. I do. I shake my head in disbelief. "A scars nuna karfin zuciya da kuma jimiri ne dagamatasa shekaru. Ban ce muku ya kamata a masanan basu ji dadin a gare su." (The scars show bravery and endurance from a young age. I don't think you should be disappointed in them.)

Placed in Xia Zhihao's pocket, it was a phrase left to me by Chen Boyan. Chen Boyan's writing is not pretty, but unique kind of his paranoid sharpness. It reads. "Don't ever not love me." 7 "Don't you fucking understand now? In the courtyard outside the hospital, it was the first time I had foul-mouthed Li Yan in days. "Chen Boyan's target was clear, it was me, and as long as I didn't get out and he didn't get caught, his revenge would continue! "Then why don't you let me out and lure him to show himself?"

I inquired "I have a scar and I don’t mind having it." "Well, that’s because yours is on your palm and no one sees it." "I don’t care if people see it or not and I think you shouldn’t care either. Maybe if you don’t see it as a scar you won’t care anymore." "Yeah right." I scoffed "I’m serious. Why don’t you try seeing it as something different." "Like what?" He takes a step closer to me "I don’t know, maybe as an experience for instance, or a memory." He suggested