Ellie's Tattoo Novels & Stories

Arnou said that Drew seems like an asshole but I don't get that vibe from him at all, he seems really nice. "Cool. About time you got a girlfriend." Drew laughed. Arnou relaxed a little but keeps his arm around me. I could feel him wanting to clear the air about me not being his girlfriend but a 'mate' but instead, he recomposed himself and just stayed mute. "So why don't you get something done?" A buzzing noise fills the space and I look down at Ellie's's stomach to watch in amazement as the tattoo gun drags slowly across her skin. Drew wiped the excess ink off with a towel and continues.

i yelled at her, "Do you even know what he did to me ?" i asked as I yank down my shirt and removed the bandage on the tattoo . Ella gasped when she saw it , "Have you checked what is writtenon your body ?"Ella asked with seriousness in her voice. I was terrified now, I know I was given a tattoo but I didn't know of what. I scrambled out of the bed, went into the bathroom with Ella closely behind me and stood in front of the mirror.

He hoped he'd given Brooke enough time to forgive him. Tom dried and found the pile of clothing Ellie laid out for him. It looked like she had found a way to establish a trade route to the Undersea. The standard T-shirt, this one navy blue, held a tag with a name brand and a size. The shirt fit snug against his well-formed muscles and pulled a little at the arms. Being outside and working the track had sculpted his body and he'd picked up a bit of a tan. He donned a pair of denim pants and headed out the door. After weaving his way through the tunnels, he made it to Ellie's new lab.

“He’s still convincing her she belongs to him.” “She agreed to stay last night, so fuck off.” I glared at Lou. “Good.” It was good to see him laughing and smiling, but he still needed to shut his fucking mouth. He forces it with zia and the others at the family dinners, but we all the truth. “And is your name all over her in pen?” He leaned in like some fucking teenage girl. I didn’t answer and let Elio finish the outlines, happy with what he had come up with. He was talented, which is why he was now our tattooist as Marco followed some ass to Germany.

The girls will not notice him, of that he has made certain, as he has made himself a part of the dark shadows that reside in the corner. Ellie flips on the small light above the sink and turns to Missy saying something he cannot quite catch. Ellie had just turned 20, but despite her advanced age now, she was still just as cute and adorable as always. Ellie was just so sweet, so innocent, and oh so adorably cute and cuddly that she would make even the sweetest of puppy dogs look menacing in comparison. Ellie, named after her grandmother on her father's side, was the product of a mixed marriage. The father was a handsome Caucasian man in his own right, but when standing next to his gorgeous Af

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

Gamma pressed his chest against her leg, bracing her with brute force. Ellie’s throat closed. “You’re right. You’re all I’ve got. You’re all I need.” She turned to the flame-face. Her voice cracked, but it didn’t waver. “I won’t choose between lies.” The flame roared: “Then you sacrifice the blade itself!” Ellie’s hands trembled. Slowly, she unshouldered her pack. She dug into it and pulled free the one object she’d never let go: the worn leather collar.

Ellie frowned. Something flickered in her expression… like she was thinking about something. Then… “Oh,” she said slowly. “Is he the one who used to visit mum?” Everything inside me went still. “What?” I asked carefully. Ellie blinked. “I think I remember him. Tall… always wore dark clothes. He had this…” she gestured vaguely to her neck, “…weird mark. I thought it was a tattoo.” My pulse roared in my ears. A mark. My gaze snapped to my grandmother.

Ellie shuffled around on my lap and started tugging at my shirt. "I want to feel your skin, Paw-paw," Ellie whispered breathlessly. "Please, take off your shirt." She leaned back continuing to pull on my shirt. I helped her get it over my head and dropped it on the floor next to her bikini top. Her soft tits were warm against my skin as she settled back onto my chest with a sigh.