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Alfi added. “How do you know that my tattoo is my Jowa?” Herman asked in surprise. “It”s simple, before shooting, you always stroke your tattoo, right? You do it because of your pride in the tattoo. That”s what I am sure that your tattoo is your Jowa.” Alfi explained. “Herman, use your imagination to destroy those diamonds. Imagine that your nails are as hard as a diamond, as fast as light and they have a nuclear explosive effect!” Alfi explained.

Even Chaz Duffy, her boss was an asshole and treated her talent like it wasn’t worth paying for. “Oh, wow… Would you look at that? This is such a lovely tattoo,” Tora exclaimed when she fell behind Sunny so they could climb up the stairs. “Thank you, Tora. I think so too.” “It’s such a ferocious panther… A crawling one… Is there a meaning behind this choice?” Tora asked again, genuinely curious. “How long it took? Did it hurt?” In front of such a quizzical tornado, Sunny laughed. Her ‘mother-in-law’ was so dear, so sweet.

How can someone have a tattoo so large it serves as a second skin? Unknowingly, I licked my dry bottom lip—something Hardin didn't fail to notice. "It's all yours for the rest of your life." I instantly snapped out of it. "Excuse me? And who says I'm going to marry you for the rest of my life? Also, can you put on something? I'm not comfortable looking at that dangerous tattoo." Hardin placed a hand on his chest, feigning pain. "I'm touched. But do you know you're actually the first woman I want to tell the meaning behind it to?"

FIVE MONTHS LATER I won't aim the needle at her eyes, I won't, I won't. But it's sure as hell hard not to send the tattoo needle deep into her fellow tattooist eyes. Doing her best to ignore the annoying woman over her shoulder she put the finishing touches to the red and bright blue butterfly her client requested. Normally, Tasha don't give a fuck about anybody's opinion or snide remake and she sure as hell don't give a shit about Dora's, who the hell name their kids Dora anyway? But Tasha was simply to tired, and don't have the tolerance to deal with Dora right now.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

Azura sounds shocked, and I snicker. “Yup, and he ain’t happy.” I bid her goodbye and hang up and look at Royce, who is staring at me stunned. “He saw your new tattoo?” He says, his chopsticks touching his lips as if he’s forgotten about them. Aww, he’s so fucking cute. “Yup,” I say. “The one above your ass?” He repeats. “Yup.” I say, popping the ‘P.’ “The one that says, ‘Do me harder?’”

Could this be why? Why did I agree to everything, and why was I finding it difficult to reject Jacob? The guy wasn't making it easy. Throughout yesterday, he walked about the house shirtless, showing his perfectly shaped body, hard washboard chest, and chiselled features. His feather and eagle tattoos made him look badass. How could Harper hold out on such a handsome man? I wouldn't lie if I said Adrian wasn't handsome too, but Jacob was something else. Where Adrian was hard all the way; Jacob was soft and hard simultaneously.