Novel & Cerita Joker With His Face Cut Off

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

She said without waiting hesitation. " Shit. I'm so sorry lary."He said, sadness permeating his voice.. "Don't stress it buttercup, huh? " "It's just that she was so young. She was murdered. Mutilated. It was like whoever did this had a grudge against her body. She even had a grin carved onto her face. I won't be able to ever watch the Joker without being reminded of her. " Her voice was so thick and raw with emotions. "So, there's no suspect for now, yes? "Marley asked.

I did not understand why he was hurting me when I had done him no wrong. "Because you allowed that bitch to take everything from me and kicked me from my pack!" he shouted. I curled myself in a ball against the wall as he came toward me. He held me by my neck and waved the scissors in front of my face. "Now it's time for a makeover. It will make you even more beautiful," he said and ran the scissor across my face. "Please don't do this to me, Josh, I beg you," I pleaded with him. "I'm going to ruin this beautiful face of yours so that he will never recognize you," he said, as he gripped my neck and sank the blade of the scissors against my face, cutting it.

“It’s – well. Some of it’s really bad. But you must know that, right?” Ace thought about the beatings that had gone on for hours; the crunch of lower leg bone; the knife carving out his left eye; the razors cutting the skin off his chest. Joker had insisted on removing his Fallen Angels tattoo personally, claiming that a cock-sucking traitor had no right to have it on his body any longer, and Ace still wasn’t sure if Joker had been more outraged by his disloyalty to the club, or his homosexuality.

With a puzzled expression, I diverted my gaze and saw what he was showing me. It was my mother's picture, I was dumbfounded. “How did you–” “Now will you do what I asked you?” I tried reaching for the phone but he snatched his hand away. “Not so fast, Malysh. Do what I want, and I promise you that you'll get to touch her instead of just seeing her picture.” He said with a wide smile. He had never smiled like that before. We suddenly heard screeching tyres and turned. It was Archer and Ric. He immediately got out of his car holding a gun out, pointing it straight at Joker. Oh fuck, how did he catch up so fast? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Certainly not one of our men. This guy had an ugly scar on his face according to Jazz.” Jack immediately looked at the three letters, remembering the man with the scar face. “Find Jazz immediately.” He orders. “What the hell was going on here? What’s with the scar faced man?”

“You’re all alone here, man, and if you do anything more to her, I’ll deliver you to Jensen in pieces. I mean that literally.” “You care if I kill your little cunt, Hamill?” Joker held her out to Jax, taunting and teasing, then yanked her back, his fingers digging into her throat, and cutting off her air again. “You want to watch me slice her up?” He pushed the knife deeper and some drops of blood fell on the floor. Sarah watched Jax look down at her blood, then watched him turn into someone she didn’t know, and certainly didn’t recognize. He was seconds away from killing Joker Kane… she felt it.

The people who ruined her life. She glared at them as she noted down their faces, height, build, and everything. There were six men and one woman. They all had tattoos of a cat in their left arm except for the last one. He sat majestically on a chair behind her, smoking a cigar. He was wearing dark glasses and a face cap, successfully covering most of his face. Jade could guess that he was the mastermind. The others were just working for him. When she would take her revenge, he'd be the one to suffer most.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m