Amanda Bynes 2023 Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

"Scarlett." ******

Like a celebrity stylist she is. “We don’t have much time to waste. Come and sit down, let me do your makeup”. Amanda beacon on me to seat on the vanity’s table stool. I sat down as she began to paint my face. After twenty minutes she was done. I looked at my face in the mirror and smiled. I actually like the make up she did on my face. It suit quite well

I wanted to know if I saw it right or if I was just hallucinating. I pulled the left part of his shirt to have a better view and there it was,the missing part of the tattoo which I couldn't see because it was covered with the fabric. “Amanda” The name was inked on his skin.I subconsciously raised my hand and touched the name,then ran my hand over it a couple of times as though trying to confirm if it was real or whether it could be erased by my fingers. However,the name was still there even after I ran my fingers over it a couple of times.His skin was warm against fingers,and it felt smooth.

Amanda let out a deep sigh after she said that and went back to their room to get dressed. Since she didn’t know where she and Byron were going, she just wore a Plain T-shirt and jeans because she also didn’t know what she was going to wear. She put a little light lipstick just on her lips, she tied her hair and carried the small sling bag. She was simply wearing it, when she came down she saw Byron sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and reading a magazine. She was suddenly nervous when Byron turned to her with a frown looking at her from head to toe.

"You'd really toss my mother out on her ear if she doesn't behave?" "More like her ass, honey. I think she'll see the light. Now please, continue." Amanda sat up and gave me a firm kiss, before starting again. "I was, as you can imagine, a pretty rebellious kid. I got the tattoo at sixteen, for two reasons. The first was to remind me of my heritage, and the second was to piss my Mom off. It worked, and she sent me off to boarding school."

"it's not like I need your permission to sit" Liam let out a breath he brought out a drawing of a lady "Do you know her?". Amelia blinked confusedly at the drawing "No I don't" "That's the lady who sent the truck driver to attack you". Liam announced to her. "Well go and find her since you have her picture" Amelia suggested. "She changes her face weekly to avoid being recognized by people this is her original face". Amelia was irked by the thought of undergoing face surgery every week. "only a psycho will do that".

Dickson stole a glance at the wound and reassured her, “No, it's just a small cut. It will recover soon.” "Oh, no," Amelia wailed. "But we are supposed to take wedding photos next month! How can I do that with the wound? Will there be a hideous scar?" Dickson frowned a little impatiently, but his voice remained gentle. "No, there will not be any scar. Trust me." Dickson then turned, fixing his eyes on Amanda. "And if there is any scar, even the slightest, Amanda,I swear to God I will cut your face for it!"

“What do you want from me? I don’t know you that well.” “You have what I want, you bitch!” Screamed Amanda to her, as she approached her and even cupped her face, while she hissed like a maniac, “Gale, the want that I want for such a long time, you robbed my opportunity from me…” She released the bind on Sky’s hand, and grabbed Sky’s arm with Gale’s mark on it, “This mark… I hate it so much that you bear it, you have no right…” Amanda grabbed the wrist so tightly, that it made Sky wince in pain.