Flash Potion Bottle Tattoo Novels & Stories

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

Jason and Christopher are also seated. And Christopher's girl is nowhere in sight. Not surprising!!! "Who knows? You might get to kiss a hot guy," Brooke whispers in Steph's ear. Stephanie glares at her and crosses her free hand. Please dear bottle, don't point at me at all, she prays in her head. Nobody must notice her. A random guy spins the bottle and the game begins. They've gone for six rounds now and Stephanie's fingers are still crossed. Christopher grabs the bottle next and spins it. Stephanie doesn't really pay attention as before.

She’s wearing a scarf and her face is covered with red vale revealing her eyes with only black colors. “State your concern, lady.” I gathered my hair using my right hand and turned sideways to show her the family emblem tattooed on the side of my nape. The Ahvaz family symbol has the sign of a full moon with the face of the wolf, a number of ten stars surround the moon. “We’re here to pick Louisa Ahvaz’s potion orders.”

I shake my head in laughter as we walk to the tattoo shop. We make our selves comfortable, the seats are warm, someone probably just left, this place is crazily crowded, I breath in, and I freeze, I smell Fiona's perfume, I shake my head, I'm going crazy. The tattoo clown gets to work, Zayn gets Zoe on his left wrist, and he gets destiny on his free arm. I seat "I want. . ." I think "Destiny." Zayn grins at me "Welcome to the geng, Bro."

Andrius explained, “It’s because the tattoo uses special ink and a more advanced tattoo needle. The ink is a combination of pigeon blood, red sand, and other stuff. That’s why it doesn’t show at first. “You want to get one?” Andrius teased Halle. Halle shook her head and hands, “N-no, thanks! Too much for me. But I want to know, the wolf…” Andrius rolled his eyes at her and stopped her. “If you are not getting one, why are you asking? Stop asking, or I will throw you out.”

I pulled out my phone and showed her. “What is that?” “I got stung by a jellyfish. I want the sting as a tattoo. It wraps all the way around my leg from thigh to calf, but skinny lines.” “I see that. Super cute. Email these to me and I’ll do what I can.” She pushed her card over to me. Emailing them, she printed it out, and I took a seat. Pulling out my phone, I sent a picture through a text message. It was of my smiling. Capturing it, tattoo time. I hit send and sent it to Ethan.

"Which warehouse? There are hundreds of warehouses at the dock!" "The one with this symbol on it! That–that's our stronghold. He's probably there..." One of them rolled up his sleeve and showed me his tattoo. Each gang had a unique pattern for marking territory and their goods. It was unlikely for two different gangs to have identical tattoos. "Thanks. Now you two go get some rest." I punched the back of their heads, and they immediately passed out from the force. I took out the last oblivion potion I had and waved it under their noses. Ordinary people would fall asleep peacefully until the next day and forget what had happened the night before.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

Allen, who was still writing his final notes, turned to them with a frown. “No alcohol,” he repeated sternly. The room went quiet for a second. “Mocktails,” Max corrected quickly, like a schoolboy caught sneaking candy. “We’ll get him mocktails. Promise!” That evening, the trio walked into a cozy bar just outside the city. The place had soft lighting, mellow music, and a quiet crowd. Max and Felix were true to their word. They ordered a round of Sunset Blush—a fruity, tangy mocktail with pineapple, cranberry, and a hint of lime.

When I pull away I notice a tattoo on his left upper arm. “When did you get a tattoo?” “What are you talking about?” I point at his arm where the tattoo is at. It looks like a tribal tattoo symbol for water that wraps all the way around his arm. “That wasn’t there yesterday. Did you do something?” “What do you mean?” “Well a second ago your eyes glowed blue like you were going to control water but then it disappeared.” “I did? I didn’t mean to do anything.”