Novel & Cerita Ellie's Tattoo

I need to be wary of people now which means I can not be unnecessarily nice to anyone, not the maids nor anyone at all. I raise a brow at her and gesture her to speak. She clears her throat and raises her head up to gaze at me, I notice a small tattoo on her neck and it makes me suspicious of her. I think she notices the suspicious look on my face because she arranges her blonde hair well enough to cover her neck and the tattoo. She chuckles hysterically and waves it off. "My grandmother was a tattoo artiste." She says. I shake my head in disdain, I do not like her already. She seems like a pushover. She seems like someone who could be working for Alpha Victor as a spy. "So? I believe I aske

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" "No," Ellie replied inattentively, preoccupied with her phone. "Good. Because I really wanted to—" "Well"—she set aside her phone—"I'm off for a plunge." Ellie rose and took off her tank, unveiling her pink bikini top, which was revealing sections of her sizable bosom that probably should never be on display for a sibling. Oliver was doing his best to elude the promiscuous views his sister was awarding him but failed miserably when he snuck one peek too many, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Ellie.

Matt was ogling me lustily as I lay there in a blue bikini. “You know Ellie,” he began flirtatiously, “I kind of love the cross mark on your neck,” he said, referring to my distinctly appealing birthmark which looked more like a tattoo. I thanked him casually, even though I was flattered and blushed deeply, but the flush was camouflaged as my skin was already red due to the sizzling sun. “So Ellie,” he continued nervously, believing his cheesy line had little effect on me. “What do you wish to do after this,” he said, subtly placing his palm on mine, which I retreated for some incomprehensible reason and he sat there, immensely disappointed.

Ellie responded, not wanting to burden Natalia. “I insist” Natalia said. With no other choice, Ellie had to give in. She followed Natalia into her room to have her hair dried. Natalia herself dried Ellie’s hair and while in the process of that, Natalia’s eyes fell on a special mark on her neck. She was shocked to see the mark, which made her drop the hairdryer. The loud sound the hairdryer made upon it landing on the floor, made Ellie jumped out of her seat due to fear. “Mrs. Evans, are you okay?” Ellie asked, upon seeing how shocked Natalia looked. Natalia was speechless and there was a shock expression on her face. The mark she had seen was something memorable to her; it was the birth mark

Where else would she be? Before heading back to the car, Ellie told me to wait. She went into one of the larger broken tents. Returning with a small bunny teddy, it was gray and blue with floppy ears. “Kiki spotted it, but she didn’t want to get saliva on it. It belongs to baby Elis. I bought it for him on the day he was born. I want to return it to him,” Ellie said, gently rubbing the bunny’s ears. She looked so fragile, it hit me that Ellie cared for someone other than Sam. This was her way of showing it.

“Not gone. Hiding.” The pup’s golden eyes had darkened, her voice steady in a way that didn’t fit her three years. It was the same tone she’d used in the cave, when she’d pointed out the shadow’s weakness—old, knowing, like she was channeling something beyond herself. He knelt, brushing a hand over Ellie’s hair. “What do you mean, little one? Where is it hiding?” Ellie pointed to the locket, then to the hearth, then to the sky. “Everywhere. In the fire. In the wind. In the dark.” She pressed her palm to Elara’s mark, and the scar glowed, faint but undeniable. “Waiting.”

I yell. In a calm tone, Ellie says, “Sit still, I need to clean the cuts and bandage them. Plus, I want to make sure I got all the glass out. You can deduct my allowance for the shirt, I don’t want you to move your arm to much if there is still glass in your shoulder.” “No, I’m fine, I will just shower,” I tell her. “Stop being a baby and sit still,” Ellie replies. She cuts my shirt and pauses for a moment. I feel hot with embarrassment and shame. Ellie begins cutting the rest of my shirt off. I’m not sure why, but she finally says, “I’m slightly disappointed. I thought maybe you had an embarrassing tattoo.”

Ellie chuckled and went to examine my stitched brow. “Everything looks great.” She smiled. She put on a pair of gloves and cleaned the wound before taking the tweezers and scissors in her hand to remove the stitches. Ellie had promised me this wouldn’t hurt, so I was a lot more relaxed when I felt the cold scissors on my forehead. I shuddered in disgust and felt a wave of nausea as I could feel the threads being pulled out. “Are you okay?” Ellie stopped. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just weird to feel them coming out.” I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my nausea. I directed my attention to Damiano’s tattooed arms, focusing on the art. He had incredible taste, and each piece was executed with

It's difficult to focus on more than one things for her damaged mind. Elliot looks at her, admiringly before he takes off his blazer, throwing it on the floor. He unbuttons his white shirt underneath, revealing his perfect abs. But it wasn't his abs which he was trying to flaunt, it was the tattoo on it. A smile appeared on Sage's face when her gaze fell on his abdomen, with shaky fingers, she traced the black ink on his smooth skin. " You love butterflies, don't you?" Elliot whispers, looking at Sage admiring the butterfly tattoos that were scattered all over his abdomen.

Zoe looked up as Viking and Elle entered the tattoo parlour. “Hi!” she chirped. “You guys doing OK?” “You know it, sweet thing,” Viking said, waving at Saint and Arrow who were both working on clients. “All good.” “I’m really excited,” Elle said breathlessly. “I know that I told you what I was thinking, but I have no clue how on earth it would work with that horrible thing on my back.” “Yeah, I’m not going to lie, it was a bit of a challenge.” Zoe picked up her sketchbook, flipped the pages, handed Elle the book. “But I think I might have it – or at least, I hope I’m close to what you want.”