Gillian Turner Tattoo Novels & Stories

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"

With that, he undid a few more buttons before stopping. He slightly pulled open the collar of his shirt, revealing the left side of his chest. From his left shoulder down to his ribcage was a tattoo—covering an old scar. The moment Annabelle saw the design, memories surged through her mind like a flood. Because that pattern… was one she had drawn. She had never imagined that he would actually turn her artwork into a tattoo.

"It's just needles, Cheryl." "Yeah, absolutely not. I have a phobia of needles," I said, gripping my arm. "It won’t hurt that much, I promise. You’ll barely feel it," she assured me. After a ridiculous amount of back and forth, I finally decided to face my fears. I held onto Anna for dear life through the hardest thirty minutes of my existence while the tattoo artist inked Miles Jun-ho Han onto my skin, right above my ribs, with a small purple butterfly beside it—a symbol of how he made me feel.

I said to Peter. "That's too hard," Peter protested, raising his eyes to the heavens. "That's where the power of money comes in." I threw another wad of cash at him. "If you do a good job, I'll give you more. Lilian, come with me." I brought Lilian to a tattoo parlor and got the tattoo artist to ink a lily flower on the side of her waist. "Alaina, my mother said women should not have tattoo. It's unbecoming," Lilian protested.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

She reached for her hoodie, took it off, and tossed it over another empty chair in the corner. All that was left on her body was her high-waisted skirt, and a strapless top. I kept my eyes on her, wondering what she was doing. Celyn rolled her hair into a messy bun, turned her neck slowly, and tapped something on her skin. “Does this strike a memory?” She asked. I glanced at what she pointed at—a tattoo. For a split second, everything vanished into my head, and my breath hitched when I saw it. The same wolf tattoo that was associated with Donatello Morano.

She whispered, her voice shaking a little, telling me she was nervous. “Good job I was here to save you then, hey?” I said, noticing a delicate floral tattoo across her shoulder. Usually hidden by her mane of long dark hair when I have seen her in the bar. I gently ran my finger across it, and instantly I saw Gianna swallow heavily as goosebumps spread across her skin.

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.