Ellie's Tattoo Novels & Stories

I answer with a shrug, “We just met, so we’re not super close yet. But I hope we will be.” She nods her head and murmurs, “Yeah, I understand that.” A moment passes and she says, “I’m Ellie.” “Nice to meet you, Ellie.” I look at her clothes, she wears a light blue t-shirt that brings out her eyes and a pair of overalls with patches all over them. I ask, “What are the patches for?” “Oh!” She exclaims, “My aunt put them on me. It’s for when I achieve different things at Camp Wolf. See, this one is because I learned how to make a fire, and this one,” Ellie continues to ramble on with excitement about each of her achievements.

As I looked at Ellie, I felt a wave of pity for her. There was really no need to tie us together when things had come to this. But before I could respond, a flicker of realization crossed her face, and she smiled. "Did you secretly buy that place in the city center we were looking at?" A faint blush crept onto her face as she continued in a mock-haughty tone, "I'm telling you, it's just a house. Don't think it's enough for me to forgive you—" I gently pushed Ellie away as she moved closer and replied flatly, "Don't get ahead of yourself. What I mean is, this place isn't your home anymore, and we're done."

He asked huskily as his fingers brushed her hips. ”It’s life changing.” She whispered softly. Cesar looked down at her with furrowed brows but didn’t release her. “For who?”. ”You.. I’m afraid.” Cesar pulled back and leaned back against the desk then crossed his ankles. “I’m all ears.” Ellie shuffled her feet and looked down. “Um.. do you remember anything about the.. mysterious lady that you um.. slept with?.” Cesar frowned. “Just..the half moon tattoo at her back.”

Sofia calls her. Ellie gets off her grandfather’s lap and runs over to us. I pick her up and put her on my hip. “As of last month, Ellie’s officially become Elliet Elizaveta Popov.” I announce. “I’ve officially adopted Elliet and I’m officially on paper at least her papa…” I smile. “And to celebrate this moment with all of you we’ve gotten Ellie a little gift…” Sofia says pulling the neckless we had made with Ellie’s new initials.

bungad ni Tita Amanda habang pinapahiran ng luha ang mga mata ni Ella. "Mahalaga ka sa amin, andito lang ako palagi para sa iyo," dagdag ni Tita Amanda na mapayapang nag-alaga kay Ella. Dala ng lungkot at galit sa nangyari, nagdesisyon si Ella na bumuo ng bagong pagkatao sa gitna ng modernong Maynila. Sa bawat patak ng luha at sakit na nadama niya, handang hamunin ni Ella ang anumang pagsubok na darating sa kanyang buhay.

“Getting tattoos? What the fuck Crinka? I don’t even like them needles” “He’s right about that”, Thane agreed. “Eloive hate needles”. “Then how did you get the tattoos?”, I ask him. “What tattoos?”, Thane asks. “Can’t you see it? The tattoos on Eloive’s left arm”. Eloive checked his arm. “Can’t see shit”. Thane checked as well. “Me too. Can’t see anything”. “But..but..they are so many! How can you not see them?” “I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause we’re not crazy like you”, Eloive replied.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

She said and bit her bottom lip. " Fatty I know this is kinda creepy but how'd I look that night? I mean I wasn't myself so I must look like a monster.." she gave out a brief laugh. " You didn't look like a monster but you weren't yourself either. You looked scary that night, and kind of drugged. I thought you were on drugs or something so I tried to talk you out of it but it was useless." " Ellie I have never been on any kind of drug my entire life. And I hate tattoos more than anything.." I said as I held the steering wheel more tighter.

He wasn’t used to feeling unsettled, but something about the girl gnawed at his instincts. Just as he turned onto a quieter street, laughter caught his ear, light, carefree, completely unguarded. Cassian’s gaze swept toward it. There she was. Ellie. Standing beneath a colorful shop awning, her arms full of shopping bags and a pair of ridiculous novelty sunglasses perched on her nose. A girl beside her, bright-eyed, long red hair braided, clearly a friend, was pretending to model a wide-brimmed hat in the reflection of a shop window.

Denis had already calculated the time that could be spent carving tattoos on the bodies of men in their early thirties in front of Racher Art. Denis quickly got up and greeted the arrival of the man named Benjie. He wanted a tattoo of his lover on his back, and Denis had discussed with him about two months ago for today's moment. "I'm thrilled to have my turn to visit here finally," Benjie said after shaking hands with Denis, smiling warmly. "I hope you didn't get bored while waiting for this day." Benjie shook his head. "It's not boring, and it's more my nerves."