Hardin Scott Tattoos Novels & Stories

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’ Why? I pour some oil on him, then set the jar down. After a long inhale, I touch him. Warmth blossoms in my chest. Slowly, I spread the oil with my palms. I was wrong. His skin is soft. Every other thing is hard and strong. “Is that all you’ve got?” He teases. Squeezing my mouth, I apply pressure with my fists. Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’

So, how did he do it? “How did you get the tattoo on your back?” KuLaa asked. “Adolph drew it for me.” “Adolph, Kurt Lowell's wizard?” KuLaa asked in a deadly low tone. “Yes.” Scott replied with a blank face. Forgetting that Scott could only respond to KuLaa at the moment, Alaric instantly snapped at Scott in annoyance. “Why would he do that? Why would he give you a tattoo?” he asked in a fit of anger. But Scott neither acknowledged his presence nor gave a reply. His attention was focused on KuLaa who seemed to have fallen into a deep thought.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

he said with gritting teeth. "You can't, Raven. If you will then you should have not let go of your knife." Mr. Scott touch Raven's hands and slowly remove it. "You can't kill me because I'm Everleigh's father," Mr. Scott is right. Raven is not brave enough to kill someone who important to his loved one. Mr Scott pulled down his sleeve, and reveal his tattoo on his wrist. "Code F, at your service, Code R. A. aka the 'Ace',"

wrong feelings, wrong desires, wrong man. My heart was pounding for a completely different reason. Because out of the corner of my eye… I had just spotted him. Hardin. And my breath caught in my throat. He stood across the room, near a grand piano where a small band was playing jazzy tunes. He wore a tailored black suit, a few buttons undone to reveal the tattoo peeking from his collarbone. His dark hair was slicked back perfectly, but a few rebellious strands fell onto his forehead, giving him that devastating boyish charm he wore so well.

We apologized and promised to clean up our mess. Thereafter, he said that he had a surprise for me. He took me into what looked like a luxury spa, but to my joy, it was a very fancy tattoo parlor. I had once told him about a tattoo I had secretly always wanted to get but never found the courage or the right people to do it for me. I even described what I wanted to him. The tattoo artist showed me the design he prepared, and I was dumbstruck. It was exactly what I wanted. Daniel explained the process and how long it would take, and because it was on my back, it might hurt a bit. He said that I could think it over and we could come back if I decided I still wanted it. I really wanted the tatto

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”