Novel & Cerita Scars Joker

Not just shock, but something akin to fear flickered in their cruel eyes. A massive man, a veritable mountain of muscle with a scarred face and cold, calculating eyes, stepped forward. He had a tattoo of a snarling wolf devouring a cross on his neck. His voice was a low rumble, barely contained fury. “What in the blazing hell just happened?” Jax looked at me, then at his now-intact ribs, then back at me. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “She… she healed me,” Jax finally managed, his voice hoarse, disbelieving.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

“Clean work.” Alpha Dimitri gave a brief nod, but his attention remained on me. “Scarlett is one of our healers,” he said. “She works in the healing quarters.” The four Ironclaw men continued watching me, their eyes moving briefly to the scarf around my neck before returning to my face. No one said anything else, and I couldn't tell whether they were simply curious about the Bloodfang healer in front of them or whether something about me had caught their attention. I wanted to leave. Standing among men wearing the colors of my old pack made me far too aware of how close the life I had escaped had suddenly come to the one I was building here.

A guy said "Yeah. I am honestly not shocked. Who wouldn't want to fuck her? She got it all" Another guy said "Mann I have an idea! Do you want to use her trauma as a weapon and then take a chance?" The third guy said "Yeah let's do that, I wanna get a ride of that ass-" The guy could not finish his sentence when he felt a punch on his right jaw They all looked up in shock to see Jaxon staring at them with bloodshot eyes of anger.

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

She traded her brilliant future for his life. Pulling Julian from a burning car cost Nora her career, her mobility, and her peace of mind. Guilt-ridden, Julian married her. He built a safe, padded world to care for her broken body—paying back a life-or-death debt with zero actual love. Then his long-lost first love returned from Paris. Clara claims Nora’s care is holding her back. She convinces Julian to strip away Nora’s comfort and ignore her desperate panic attacks in the name of "tough love." While Julian turns icy cold to his wife, he showers Clara with romance and expensive gifts. He thinks Nora is trapped. He’s wrong. Silently, secretly, Nora just accepted a dream offer in Londo

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

His eyes widened a bit and a look I couldn't recognize crossed his eyes, before he quickly his it with a smirk. "Damn! She's one fine piece of ass," he said as he chuckled and looked at Scar. I opened my mouth to say something before Scar quickly moved face to face with the guy. "Look her way again and you're dead," he said in a low growl. I gulped. Marco chuckled nervously. "I was just joking, man." "I wasn't," Scar retorted. "I need a drink," I murmured shakily as I walked off to a nearby bar.