Novel & Cerita Harley Quinn Rotten Tattoo

"Why? That will make you look even more hotter" Well because I don't want you to see my hidden scars. "Nothing". I say instead. "I just don't like drawing attention". Bella shrugged. "If you say so". A group of the jocks walked past us in the school hallway chattering loud. "Umm, girls, i gotta go". Harley said and went after the jocks. "Do you think she's up to something?". I asked Bella. "She is Harley freaking Quinn, of course, she's up to something, thats what she does".

the girl hurried to offer her a hand, “Come on. Let me help you.” The girl’s gaze fixed on Chloe’s forehead. The look on her face changed abruptly. “M—Miss Chloe, what is that on your face?” she asked reluctantly. Aurora followed the girl’s gaze. She almost burst into laughter. The concealer that Chloe wore every day to cover her tattoo was worn out in the water. The tattoo was now clear as day—SLAVE. “Why do you have the word ‘slave’ tattooed to your forehead?” the girls demanded, “I thought you were a lady back in Silver Blade Pack.”

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

He stood by the water tank and looked at a part of my body with disgust. A perimeter was set and the putrefied arm attracted the attention of everyone present. Jack's name could be seen on the arm. I secretly tattooed his name on my arm when I had a crush on him when we were little. That... was my arm. My heart skipped a beat and I became nervous as well. Would he recognize that the arm belonged to me? Would he realize that I had been murdered? But when I went to his side, I realized how wrong I had been.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

"He said he will arrive by 6:30 with his new toy. Don't worry about her, Lu hates her so much, he just wants to keep her as collateral damage" Alita froze, her lungs seems too cold to breathe as her heart pound faster as if it would explode. She needs to get to Rocco fast but who would she say she saw or what his name is, the only thing she noticed is that he has a tattoo at the back of his palm, in-between his thumb and index finger. A familiar tattoo but with the hint of something extra, it looks like two doves glued together but in different colors. Alita sat restlessly, she kept going to pee as Felicia and another lady she had never seen dressed her for the party. Her straight hair was c

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

she said hesitantly. “That much is evident,” he touched a finger to the tattoo beneath her collar bone. The tattoos made sense. He felt like a fool not to have made the connection earlier. HG, CE, RS was entangled in the ivy on her stomach. Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, Rhett Salem. Hmm. It angered him that they had done that to their mate, to his mate, in a way that had left her in so much distress, but he sensed that there was a deeper story behind their relationship that had led to that action being taken.

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.