Novel & Cerita Gillian Turner Tattoo

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Her companion replied, equally impressed, "Yeah! Where did they find this model? He has a remarkable build and a gorgeous back!" At that, Annie's gaze landed on the red birthmark at my waist. She froze for a moment, then shook her head and scoffed. "He's okay. Compared to others, he's still far from perfect." With a sharp, mechanical buzz, Hudson started the machine. I was pinned firmly to the chair, paralyzed by terror. The sharp needles, without any ink, pressed directly into my back, performing a brutal dry-run "tattoo". My body convulsed in pain. This forbidden blood-tattoo technique was agonizing. The needles sliced through my skin at high speeds, using my own blood to trace the design.

The initials of Hanley’s full name! The tattoo was designed in a way that made it look like the letters were growing off a red spider lily’s stalk… and before long, Hanley felt an extremely primal lust within him. After all, the fact that she had permanently etched his name onto her… Wasn’t that way too suggestive?! Pleased with how shocked he was, Fabiola proudly declared, “Well? Sexy, isn’t it? I made it myself, so you don’t have to worry about my skill! Once I’ve made yours, we’ll truly be unstoppable together!”

I search my own reflection in the mirror of her gaze, desperate for an understanding of why she regards me with such unfamiliarity. Is she also angry that I have tattoos or thinks I am beneath her for having them? Even Ellen called them cool which is saying something else when it comes to Ellen and Lilian's perspective. Lilian is way more understanding than anyone I've ever known and even showed her my tattoos during one of my first times and she promised to get one done too where her agents won't see.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Gildeon followed his gaze and saw a strange sigil glowing faintly beneath the skin. But something else drew Gildeon’s attention. An owl tattoo on the other arm. The design was almost identical to Arah’s—stylized in the same way. It wasn’t a sigil, but real ink. When Gildeon activated his dragon vision, it shimmered faintly with blue light. Magical. And familiar. “Captain,” Eitan said, hesitant, “should we kill him?” Gildeon glanced at Yadira. Her beast form was locked in fury, but he shook his head.

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

Maybe those two weren’t as bad as Greyson made them seem. I made my way to the next shop and noticed a piece of folded paper, balanced at the corner of the table. I opened it to reveal a sketch of woven vines… and lilies. My lilies. This was an exact drawing of my tattoos, perfectly shaded with the artwork that hid just under my dress. Warmth swept over my skin and I looked around for the mysterious artist. “Someone here knows about our past. We have to find him,” Kaia urged. I scanned the crowd, but no one stood out. No one returned the call of my gaze as my eyes stretched over the fairgrounds.