Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

"Okay, okay, your right." Holding back tears, I grabbed my bow and a white feather, turning the feather into an arrow. Using the arrow to cut my hand. I smeared my blood all over the tip. Shooting it their direction, phasing the arrow through walls it hitting all seven angels at once. The arrow gathered their blood as well; mixing mine with theirs. Calling the arrow back to me with their blood now soaking it. Taking the blood from the angels, I rubbed it on the open wound of my hand. I laid back on my pillows, inhaling deeply. All seven angels were becoming mine. I felt each one bond with my soul. Like heavy chains being anchored to me. Forever bonded to just not one another but the rest of

"Ever since that night, it’s been just me, my hand, and p**n. Cleavage and tight butts used to do it. Now? Nothing." "Can you 'not' share your kink playlist with me, sir? I’m clearly not interested." I covered my ears and glared. "Just get to the point." "Help me find her." I raised a brow. "And how exactly? You don’t even know her name or face." "She’s got an angel tattoo on her back. Her 'entire' back. Sexy as hell," he said, placing a hand on my thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

Darrell turns around and held his forehead, while Pontius stares at Alyssa and smiles. "Darrell please tell me what's the matter, is anything wrong?" Alyssa has so many questions to ask. Pontius swims up to her and tried to calm her down. "Alyssa, it's alright okay, I can explain," Pontius said softly, Alyssa looked really scared. "The star tattoo is what signifies you as a guardian, and since you don't have it, it only means you are not a guardian." "I'm not a guardian?" Alyssa asked herself in a whisper. "I'm not a guardian," said Alyssa happily and held Pontius's hand and jumped up playfully, then she swims to Darrell.

“King Drake is my daughter’s mate. He’s on our side and if you kill him, it will be an act against the Guardians.” “We understand that our alliance is new and tentative, but we wouldn’t have asked you to join us if we didn’t trust Drake. Please think carefully before ruining the tentative bond we've created by trying to hurt him,” Guardian Angel says, moving to stand in front of me and partially in front of her daughter. I notice she said 'trying' to hurt him, meaning, they have no intention of letting the witches hurt me.

There were other ways to make a grown man suffer. But first, I want to have some fun. "Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insisted. I straddled his inked thighs and started picking at the corners of the surgical tape. He peeled away the gauze that covered his breastbone and my eyes flared with awe. Mason had chosen a heart-shaped padlock design with angel wings. The tattoo artist had designed my name to look like a key. It was so clever; it was the most beautiful design that I had ever seen.

Growling, I pushed away from both men and slammed her against the granite countertop, tilting her next to the side so severely I was surprised her head hadn't come off. "No." Hands shaking, I stepped away. "No." Stephanie rubbed her neck; tears streamed down her face. "What? What's happening?" Her eyes were still white. "Did you see… it?" "See what?" She was nearing hysterics. "Something knocked me out, and when I woke up, she was gone!" "The archangel," I said in a hushed tone. "You wear his mark." Stephanie's horrified gaze met mine as she started vigorously rubbing the spot I'd just discovered. It was small, white, and had the appearance of a snowflake tattoo. It would have been beautiful

"Yes, sir. And, boss, by the way. The woman Annabella had a tattoo that my men and I discovered. It was in the back of her head, on the lowest point of her hairline. Angel wings with a diamond in the center were the design of the tattoo. Although we haven't discovered anything new about her yet, I'll make sure to keep you informed shortly." Michael ended the call and rubbed his temple. There was too much information that was swirling around his mind at the moment, and all he wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. However, as he opened his eyes again, he remembered a little hope that was walking around his office that he was sure could give him a little peace. Elena. He whispered.

He can have whatsoever he wants engraved in it. "You can have it engraved in the rings. I guess I did not know you were such a romantic." "Only for you." He winked at her. "Alright, so I will engrave 'forever, mio amore' on the rings." Scott wrote something down on a small notepad. "Speaking of which, would you like the same type of ring, Mr. Nicoletti?" "No, a plain band in the same color will be good for me." Adrian replied. "Alright, I just need you to test these to get your size." He gave Adrian a couple of rings.