Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novelas e Histórias

I tilted my head to the entrance, hoping to see the moron walking in, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I love your tattoo." Paolo pointed at my neck tattoo. "Scorpion." "A red scorpion." "Inked by an expert." He cared to add before attending to another VIP customer. I gazed at the guy getting attended and to my bad or good luck, our eyes met. He flashed a smile and I quickly looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize that I kinda saw a familiar face. That's when I shot my gaze back to the lady seated next to the guy, Sofia, the daughter of Lazza.

Of course, his death would affect her for days. "Care to take off your shirt and show us your back?" Elder Festus asked. Finlay gave off a tight-lipped smirk and then he stood up, taking his shirt off immediately. And the entourage broke into yet another gasp. Everyone was expecting his back to be bare, including Ophelia, but they got shocked in return. Because on his back, was a scorpion tattooed in red ink. "Unbelievable," Cestus uttered, with eyes as huge as the saucers.

The side of his hand struck my face, and I tasted blood as my teeth clashed against his skin, the coppery taste flooding my mouth. “Fucking bitch,” he spat, slapping my face harder. The room spun. He pulled a thick tape from his pocket and slapped it over my mouth with cold efficiency, making my pulse race. He shoved me to the floor, my hands bound in front of me. I could barely move, barely breathe—the pain was suffocating. He walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Then he removed his white coat, revealing a tight-fitting black shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, including one on his hand that read "GDL." The letters seemed to mock me. His body was full of ink, each design d

The spiral tattoo on her arm coiled just above her glove. Her. The woman from earlier. She leaned back, casual. Like this was nothing. The board flashed her alias: Mortal Fox. “Four hundred and fifty,” another voice called. I looked to the right. A fat man. Sweaty. His elephant mask was gold-plated, the trunk swinging when he moved. He was fanning himself, already panting. I could feel my stomach lurch. “Five hundred.” “Five-fifty.” “Six million,” she said, flatly, like she was swatting a fly.

"Ghost Shadow Curse. This is the mystical technique of the Brennan Secret Sect. Its power is unimaginable. You're dead!" The ghostly face roared and clawed its way toward Chase in attack. There was a chilling wind. The entire area was like hell on earth. It was frightening. The ghostly face kept floating around at lightning speed. It was difficult to catch it. "Not bad. Unfortunately, it's far weaker than I am." Chase burst out with a laugh and waved his right hand. Red flames appeared. They burned furiously as if wanting to incinerate everything in sight. The dark mist vanished because of the flames.

I laid down on the bed as Phil, the tattoo artist, started working on my new ink. Josh was on another bed adding to the sleeve on his arm. My tattoo was half of a wolf’s face in a Samoan design with the caption ‘Fight or Die’ underneath it. Josh had phoned some old friends he still had and had arranged for an introduction to the man that ran the fight nights in California. We went to the first one and just watched. The place was packed and I felt sure that I could have taken that night’s fighters easily.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

Searing pain radiated from every cell in my body. I felt myself struggling in the darkness, falling endlessly downward. I desperately tried to grasp the last glimmer of sunlight, but I was only drawing nearer to hell. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me. I was dragged out of the darkness as sunlight streamed in again, blindingly bright. "Wake up. You're safe now," a deep male voice said near my ear. I forced my eyes open. My vision was blurry. All I could make out was a tall silhouette. A falcon tattoo snaked down from his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt collar. His face was hidden behind a silver mask, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Pansin kong biglang nag-glow ang tattoo niya sa mukha at leeg, maging ang tattoo na simbolo na siya ay parte ng mga Flaxed. Tumakbo ako palayo doon, para hindi madamay 'yung grupo ng mga tao. I looked back as I was running, Patuloy sa pag-sunod sa akin 'yung higanteng ahas, samantalang 'yung babae nama'y nakasakay sa isa pang ahas. Shit, I'm screwed.

He asked smiling and I was just standing there confusedly. "Do you know the meaning of this tattoo?" he asked and I shook my head. "Look, I got this frost tattoo design inked on my hand and it has you your name initial in between the space of the frost. And as for this frost tattoo, it resembles for your last name, miss Vanessa Frost. Now I will never forget you."