Disney Descendants Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

The older man speaks. “Ivy Carter, you are my granddaughter. We have been looking for you for many years. I am Dawson Carter and you are the heiress of the Ice Moon Pack. We have come to take you home.” Can this be true? I’m so confused. What is going on? Dawson lifts up his shirt. On his chest is a birthmark: a half moon with a full moon next to it. I gasp. It’s exactly like my birthmark. “Everyone in the Alpha family of the Ice Moon Pack is tattooed with this symbol at birth. If you have it, you will know that what I’m saying is the truth. I have been looking for you for so many years.”

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

As I’m sliding them on, Jack walks into the backyard and I freeze when I see the snake tattoo up his side, the skull on his left peck and the scorpion on the other one. Individually these tattoos are fairly common, but how many people have all three in those same spots? Because JackDaddy21, my highest paying client, does. And his name is Jack. There’s no fucking way that’s a coincidence. No no no no no no. This is not happening. I’m gonna vomit.

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

It’s better if she left unaware of it, it will become easier for her to go through in this rough life. I caressed her back of neck where her tattoo lies, her dad must have tattooed her as per tradition. He chose me for her. That’s why he tattooed double letter A with a crown. Arius Accardo, she carries my name with her all places, as I realized that my lip was lifted upwards wanting to smile for my Snowflake. Nothing is better than to watch her sleeping peacefully over me in this condition, so close, connected to me.

I could feel her presence like an itch under my skin, but at least she wasn’t prying—yet. When we arrived at the station, Desiree was visibly confused and worried. I could say she wanted to ask why we were here but thankfully, she did not and just looked around. I wasted no time heading straight to the tech lab, where a large monitor displayed a magnified image of a strange tattoo we had discovered. Robin and I leaned over the screen, discussing its intricate details, trying to decipher its meaning. “That design…” Robin muttered, tilting his head, “It doesn’t look like any pack’s insignia I have seen before.”