Scars Joker Novels & Stories

“You’re kidding, J.J. You didn’t...” Veronica frowned as she studied the synopsis pinned to the front of the file her employer had just handed her. John-James Creed IV (the fourth), J.J for his friends, was the kind of eccentric billionaire who, by rights, only ought to have existed in fairytales… as a particularly genial and indulgent godfather, Veronica thought. She had been introduced to him at a party to which she had been invited by some acquaintances of Henry, her stepbrother. She had only gone to the party because she had been feeling particularly lost and insignificant, having only recently moved to New York.

Yeah, Scars was a tough son-of-a-bitch, a dangerous man, a former one-percenter who’d done some pretty bad shit – and as an individual very much like that himself, King had eternal respect for him, and saw Scars’ decent heart under the club cut, under the ferocious scowl. Scars nodded back, gave his attention to Tessa as she spoke to him. Tessa was so bubbly and charming, and very few guys were immune to her sweetness. Sure enough, Scars suddenly smiled, and as always, the sight of something so open and warm in that badly-scarred face pierced King somehow, hit him in places and ways that surprised him. “King?” Jax had appeared out of nowhere, and now stood next to him. King jumped, surprised

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

Jace whimpers and coughs, blood spilling from his mouth as he squirms on the floor. “Stop!” I choke on my breath. “Jace…” “Don’t pity them, Tabitha. They don’t deserve it. See this?” Mario lifts his shirt and reveals a massive scar carved into the side of his stomach. It looks like a bite taken straight out of him. “I got this more than twenty years ago,” he explains. “From Emery Aldair himself. He went berserk during the full moon after his twenty-fourth birthday.” “W-What? I don’t understand,” I whisper.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

"I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did." They all surrounded me like I was some magical object, staring at my face with wide eyes. "You look amazing," Jasmine said softly. "You always did," Joshua added. "But now... you look like you." That sentence hit me so hard, I almost cried again. They hugged me, all three of them, and I stayed there in the middle of the group, soaking in the warmth. For the first time in a long while, I felt seen. Not as the girl with the scar. Not as the outsider. Not as the broken one.

"Judging by your movements, you used to be a soldier, right? Heh, maybe you can show off in front of ordinary people... "But too bad you had to go up against me! I was the special forces leader, nicknamed Golden Eagle, for twenty years. More than hundreds have died in my hands, if not a thousand! "You know, you should be honored that an insignificant scum like you will die by my hands now!" Scar suddenly roared, and his entire body, filled with large muscles, swelled up, doubling in size! His height approached four meters, and he looked like a small hill! Even Jennifer paled as she looked at him with a horrified look in her eyes!

The sky stretched wide and cloudless above us. Looking over my pack, I felt pride swell in my chest. But beneath that pride was a whisper of unease I couldn’t shake. Laughter and chatter mingled in the air as packs gathered. Some were relaxed, sharing inside jokes. Others moved with grim determination. Everyone had something to prove. “Adrian,” a familiar voice called. I turned and met Jayson’s gaze. Alpha of the Mountain Pack. Sharp blue eyes, buzz cut, and the same stoic energy he always carried.

Another man who looked more younger than dante said, he had a blue suit and a pair of pants on, what else could be noticeable was the deep red scar which ran from his green eyeball down to his lips giving him the look of a dangerous gangster. Another thing about the scarred guy was that at the right side of his face, he had green eyeballs then at the left, he had a very light shade of brown. "Right about what?, Just spit it out dexter!!"Dante said, suprisingly, his voice sounded impatient and hasty. Just by listening to the way he spoke his words, the scarred man couldn't hide the smirk that formed on his face. "Tsk!, Why do you sound so impatient hmm?, Just by listening to how your voice so