Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

No listening ears for the conversation that was about to happen. I pound on the door using the side of my hand and forearm, warning Joker I wasn’t here for small talk. Joker answered the doorway shirtless, his torso covered in tattoos and old scars. He wiped the sleep from his eyes; seems that I had woken him from slumber. “Can this not wait?” Joker looked so tense, the look of a man that needed to get laid. I knew the look all too well at the moment, which further pissed me off.

"Cat scratch fever is no joke." The corner of his mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile. He straightened his arm out, emphasizing that I didn't need to worry. "Don't worry about me." I tilted my head to the side, a question falling passed my lips. "If you heal that fast, why do you have so many scars?" Well, that felt insensitive to say out loud, but Kit didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "My scars are from wounds that would have killed me if I was human."

Why would he have those? Lucas: "Do my scars bother you?" Lily: "No." Lucas: "Are you ashamed of them?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Do you think I look ugly with these scars?" Lily: "What? No!" Lucas: "Do you think these scars make me look hideous?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Then you think I'm still handsome?" Lily: "Of course!" "Then," Lucas' lips curved up into a faint smile. He claimed, "I'm happy to have earned these scars."

" I looked away . Thankfully he didn't ask how I got it and he just be too occupied with lot of things to even notice that I have a scar. He showed a thin white line on his forearm when he rolled up his sleeve. " So what are we now..scar buddies?" He said , laughing and I cringe, my face burning with hurt. How dare him laugh at me. I felt like crying but didn't want to do it right here. All this because of a mate I gave everything up for, lost my wolf and had this scar because of him. I was about to turn and run but before I could get to the door his voice stopped me.

He’d beaten three men damn near to death, and truthfully, he’d have loved to have had a few swings at Joker. I’d have fucking knocked his head clean off his shoulders, I swear. “No,” she said at last. “I wasn’t scared. But…” Her voice trailed off. “But what?” “But I saw a side of you that I’ve never seen before.” Her eyes held his, not letting him off the hook. “I mean, I knew it had to be there… you said you had a tough childhood, and that does something to people.” She looked down at his naked chest. “I can see the scars on your body, and all these tattoos… I’m no expert, but some look like prison ink to me. And those punches tonight weren’t anything like the first you’ve ever thrown.”

“I could make you an ointment that would help you with the scars.” “Thank you, but it’s fine.” He shakes his head, watching me with a devastated expression. “I know that you know about the fact that those scars appear only if it happens for a long period of time. They say that it is like your wolf clawed you from the inside. So, as a reminder to myself and also as my punishment for having put him through it, I will continue to wear them. It also raises rumours in the pack and risks blowing my cover, but it’s still fine.”

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.

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