Romans & histoires Harley Quinn Rotten Tattoo

John smiled at her warmly. “Oh John, help me call Mark. I have something important to tell him” she said excitedly with a weak body. “John, I think Mark is Jack’s real father” “I know it’s a long shot. But it’s worth to run a test” she thought she said her words properly. Harley’s blurred words were echoing in her mind. ‘Tattoo on lower abdomen’ ‘Jack of diamonds’ She has seen that tattoo before and she loved it. ‘Jackson. Son of Jack’

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

Her liverish voice nudges me out of my trance and I quickly look away and decide to mind my business and just wait for Miss Xenia and Miss Katherina to arrive but that’s when the weirdest smells grace my nostrils that make my insides churn and make me clap a hand over my nose and look sharply at Quinn, realizing the repellent smell is coming from her but my eyes go straight to her neck with a weird tattoo that wasn't there the last time I saw her. Suddenly, I forget about the smell and blurt out. “You got a tattoo.” The last time I checked, we were not allowed to have tattoos on any part of our skin. She gasps, quickly covering her exposed neck with her hair; she puts the hoodies of her swea

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

I was still catching my breath when I heard a loud rumble of an engine cutting through the silence. A motorbike slowed before me, the headlights flashed into my eyes. I had to turn my face so I wouldn't go blind. The rider killed the engine. I turned to take a proper look at him. He slipped out of the bike, his helmet under one arm. I couldn't see his face, he was standing under the shadows. He moved closer. His arms slowly came into view. Tattoos? I recognized them. And when I finally saw his face, I wanted to punch a rock. I gulped hard.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say