Novel & Cerita Ellie's Tattoo

"You look so tired and I'm not going to let some stranger take away my best spot." "Okay, if you insist." I replied. She smiled and held out her hand. "My name's Giovanna." Giovanna was drop dead gorgeous, her muscles were rippled and her abs were carved. She had a tattoo of a tribal band around her bicep. "Nice to meet you, Giovanna. I'm Elle." "Elle, huh?" She said, her eyes scanning my body. "I've never heard that name before." "It's short for Eleanor." I explained.

" The young man looks at us strangely and then with a wicked grin, points over to some trees and benches, where a figure is sitting alone before walking away. "Hey there, are you Chantelise?" Elias asks on approach as the young woman looks up from her phone with a stern expression on her face. My eyes examine her exposed skin and the artwork apon it, not only dose she have a small fox tattoo on her upper arm, but she also has all manner of other creatures and characters on her arms and legs. She makes a huffing sort of sound and we take that as a yes, "Chantelise, we...." Elias stops as the brunette woman before us starts growling ever so slightly at us. We stare at her in bewilderment as we

The lady says and Selena opens the door and we both walk in. “Hi, Kendall.” She greets her aunt and I smile politely. “Hi.” I say shyly and the lady smiles and greets me back. “This is Ellie, she has an interview tomorrow.” Selena informs her aunt. “Oh.” Kendall replies. “You two can sit, you’re not bodyguards.” She jokes and I smile. Her joke about bodyguards put me on edge and I am so worried that my dad could find out that I disobeyed him and came to the coffee shop.

I said before I admired them both, thinking although the skin around them look a little sore, they still looked pretty, and I couldn’t wait to show Elias. I got up from where I was sitting and quickly walked to the back where I found him also getting tattooed by another guy. He looked extremely sexy sitting there without a shirt on and all I wanted to do was rush over to him and hug him very tightly. “You done?” Elias asked me with a small smirk, and it was then I realised that he had got a picture of my face tattooed on the top part of his muscled arm with a black heart like design around it and the first initial of my name.

"When we get downstairs, I don't care if Richie is here or not, you will tell me. Okay?" Ellie gulped, "Okay." she whispered. When they got to the ground floor, Ellie pulled away from him. "I have to print something out, something that you will need to see." she said, "Why don't you go and put the kettle on." Ellie settled down behind the desk, feeling relieved that she had escaped him for a while. She prayed that Richie would get there soon. She had constant butterflies in her tummy, and she didn't want to do this herself. The printer whirred into action and delivered a picture of Jasper's groin and Victoria's face right above the appropriate part, her mouth open. Shit! She didn't want to s

The New Blue Dragon Ink Denver, Colarado “So.” Zoe Parish leaned back, switched the tattoo gun to her left hand, flexed her right hand and fingers, grabbed her water bottle. “You need a break, Elle?” “Yes, please,” Elle said. “Maybe some more water?” “I’ll get it, baby.” Liam ‘Viking’ Callahan got to his feet and dropped a tiny kiss on Elle’s dark head. “You just relax and take a breath, huh?”

It triggered memories—seeing Ellie younger, meeting her at that age when life was already demanding too much. “I’ll be back soon, baby,” Ellie promised, kissing the top of his head. “Sorry about that,” the contractor muttered, rubbing his neck. “No worries,” Ellie said, licking her lips, refocusing. “But I do need to make this quick.” Quick became nearly an hour. By then her mom and Tom’s wife had arrived, a little boy in arms—just a few months old and the spitting image of his father. I noticed again how much Ellie resembled her mother. Same face, same smile. Only the eyes were different—Ellie’s father’s eyes passed on to her, and to Danny. Strong family lines.

“Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are. Have you ever thought about getting them covered?” “What do you mean getting it covered? How?” She asks as I carry on kissing her skin. I pull away from her, and I look into her eyes. “My Sister is a tattoo artist, and she has her own studio. I know she's covered the scars of people who self harm. Maybe she could do something for you. We could go and see her if you want?” I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes before she grins as she says. “I would really like that. Would you please take me to see her?"

At least… she felt that way, until recently. After she was done with the rite and recovered enough strength to leave for a hunt, not long after she left the room, Ellie realized she had dropped the handmade charm her mate/boyfriend made for her on her sixteenth birthday, and went back for it. Or so she wanted to, at least… when she overheard her adopted parents conversing through the closed doors. “It’s been almost three years since the rite. Are we sure this is working?” her father, Aiden, asked.

This will be a night for the books. My mom helps me get ready, because she begged me to let her. She does my hair in loose curls, and I tuck the left side of my hair back so that my tattoo can be easily seen. It is of a Lily and covers my entire shoulder. She does a really pretty burgundy smokey eye, that really makes my green eyes pop. Then she finishes off my makeup with a matte nude lipstick, a little peach blush and highlight.