Scars Joker Novels & Stories

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

"Stay here, Aria. It could be dangerous." But Aria couldn’t stay put. She had to know. She pushed open the door and stepped outside, her eyes scanning the gathering crowd. At the center, she saw a figure—a tall, imposing man with a scarred face, his presence exuding menace. The air around him crackled with dark energy. "Who… who is that?" Aria whispered to a nearby pack member. "That’s the rogue Alpha," the pack member muttered, eyes wide with fear. "He’s here to challenge Alpha Caden for control of the pack."

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable

- Said Joker, who without realizing it, everyone there was moving away in fear, the man had a demonic tail of a demon, and that syringe had a shiny silver material, and it looked like something that shouldn't be a simple hallucinogen. - Do you want to participate...? – Asked the clown. That time, when Tsuky realized that plotting against him was easy with his bugs and trackers, when he had spies who did whatever he wanted. - No. - Said each one of them, they walked away like the devil flees from the cross. In those two days in a row, Joker gathered a large number of henchmen and weapon, sent a warning letter towards the Lovecraft County Police Station threatening that he would attack the Dar

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

She jerked the door open, and Scars grinned down at her, all sexy-hot muscles and devastating charm. He was wearing well-worn jeans, a tight blue t-shirt that made his eyes stand out in that hard, scarred face even more, a jean jacket, and his Road Devils cut on top. In one hand, he held a large pizza box; she saw a bottle-shaped paper bag tucked under his arm. He was so achingly huge and strong, and the way he just towered over her in her bare feet made Zoe feel impossibly feminine and fragile.

Jace’s eyes immediately found Lorenzo and stilled. He looked almost exactly as Jace remembered: handsome, sharp features that belonged on the cover of magazines rather than in the underworld. His jawline was cut from stone, his dark eyes glinted with danger and allure. But now, a scar ran down his face, from his forehead across his eye to the edge of his cheek. It looked like someone had once tried to carve him open. Instead of marring him, it gave him a dangerous and commanding appeal. “Bunny,” Lorenzo smirked, his voice smooth as silk as he waved his hand. The two men at his sides obeyed immediately, stepping out and leaving them alone. Jace’s gaze caught the gleam of metal tucked at their

“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.