Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

he said, a bigger meaning hiding in between the lines, "Now, can you describe the tattoo to me?" My gaze drifted to the ground as I thought back to today's morning, "It's like a girl's face, not a girl even, a very weird face, with three hands coming out of it," It was too weird not to notice, "It kind of formed a rectangle," My gaze went back to Nikolas and noticed as something akin to shock and worry creep into his eyes. "Fuck," He cursed under his breath before I felt his fingers wrap over my wrist, "We need to get out of here, now."

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I yelled, tears forming between my eye lids, shaking myhead at his unresponsive figure, hopelessly and angrily I slapped him across the face in frustration, “wake up douche bag!” His head spun to the side, almost immedietly coughing up water as my eyes widened hovering over him as I brought his face towards me, his eyes barely able to open as they fluttered, squinting through the darkness. I looked down at him in surpise, studying his face, breathing heavily in untold relief and anticapation, the sharp jawline, the very light freckles on his face, “are you okay?” I whispered lowering myself just above his face. His eyes were shutting and opening as if he was trying to see but couldn’t,

No way! This voice. I looked towards his eye and found a scar on it. It's...Sebastian. They never show their face to anyone other than their gang members. They are planning to kill me. Animals. "I don't know where he is," I said and he raised his brows at me. He was looking less scary without that mask but still so scary. I noticed a dragon tattoo on his neck which is most of the time hidden because of the mask. "Huh? You don't know where your husband is?" He asked and I clenched my jaw in anger. "He is not my husband," I said and he nodded with amusement.

My eyes gazed over the three of them and stopped at the wrist of one of them, who had a similar tattoo to one I had seen before, of a skull with a V in the middle . My face is drained of colour. They were Sin's men. " Mani, are you okay?, What are you looking at? " I zoned back in and quickly looked at Stephanie, stopping her from looking back. I stuttered out nervously, "n..no, it's nothing." " Are you sure you look kind of pale?" she asked again, accessing my face. I put on a fake smile, hoping she would fall for it. " I'm okay, just tired," I let out, still with a smile on my face.