Scars Joker Novels & Stories

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.

He asked and put his newspaper down and intently looking at me made me gulp for no reason, the way he look at me looked intimidating and seductive. He's wearing eyeglasses which made him more attractive, He looks intimidating because of how he looks. His mismatched eyes behind those glasses are making me uncomfortable, the pair of blue and green mesmerizing eyes along with his long lashes and thick eyebrows, his proud and pointed nose, and his naturally red lips are seducing while his jaw is perfectly sculpted. He is wearing a black shirt, printed with a skull and pants, making him more attractive. "You think you say?" He asked and averted his gaze to Sam that hiding behind me, "Are you sure

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

He said while making sure to emphasize very. "Okay, I will see just how good you are." I pointed out. Honestly all I want to know is how he got that scar on his brows and if he has more scars, I just want to make sure that he is not the same guy that he is reminding me off because if he is the same guy, then this job won't be pleasant for him at all. It will be a horrible nightmare and he will wish he never applied for a job here. "Definitely, you will see." He said confidently.

He can’t catch me. However, who am I to assume that I’m fastest than the Alpha? When I felt someone tightly grab my arm, my knees slowly weakened as well. “D-Don’t kill me.” The only words that escape my lips before I collapsed to the ground completely horrified at what he was about to do. “In what pack are you from?” My forehead creased when he asked that. He can’t recognize me. Oh, I forgot that my scars are gone and it’s still midnight, and the light of the moon was giving us vision.

Lotus demanded and the question hit me hard. I released a shaky breath as I glared at him with furrowed brows. I wanted the poison out of my system badly. I could feel that I was not myself and my wolf had to constantly fight it. Whatever was inside of me was alive and I knew that it was slowly turning me into someone or something else. It was almost as if I was developing inner scars. The elimination of my physical scars was just a charade to hide the true scars that the poison was slowly giving me.

The rest of the day seemed like a blur, filled with pats on the back and admiring glances from the younger boys who now saw him differently. Night eventually settled over the orphanage. Jack lay face up on his cot, the ceiling above him dissolving into shadows. He was thinking of Harley. She was the only girl on his mind, her image flickering behind his eyes like a candle he refused to let burn out. Jack held up the Joker card, turning it over in the moonlight that slipped through the window. He twirled it in his fingers, watching the way the light caught its worn edges. Jack smiled, a small, private smile meant only for himself. "Harley," he whispered, "you could be the start of my better l

Standing in front of it, surrounded by a dozen Scrappers in rusted scale-armor, was Jago. He looked exhausted. His face was covered in silver burns, and he was clutching a heavy mercury-core like it was a holy relic. "Jago! Stop!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the hollowed-out chamber. The Scrappers spun around, their rusted pulse-rifles raised. When Jago saw me—standing there in a mercury gown, flanked by Council Judges and Kaelen Voss—his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated betrayal.

It had been over a month since the failed attack on the palace and Omar couldn't travel then because of his injury, he had been advised against it, mostly because it was a bullet wound and it would draw speculations ammd unwanted attentions, King Jaan wanted the palace incident to be as private as possible, but Omar was healing pretty fast, the scar was there but the skin had been stitched and it had healed now. "Your injuries are mostly gone." Mariam commented. "I no longer have to hear you whine and complain of the pain any more." "Whine and complain?" Omar freigned anger. "I do not whine and complain, I have you to do that. Besides, the pain is all gone now." He winked and laughed. Mariam

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.