Harry Styles Tattoo Mermaid の小説・ストーリー

“Oh, fuck. Thaelen.” Jules followed Harry’s gaze to where Talen Gawaine’s height and long blonde hair made him stand out amongst the humans and Mer. “Fuck,” he repeated Harry’s exclamation. Talen’s face was raw, the skin blistered, and his beard burnt away. The burn extended down his neck. He had removed his top and was in the process of pulling another on, showing that the burns extended down his chest, warping the tattoo that covered half of one side and obliterating one nipple.

Carmelia asked the staff but they shook their heads. "'You didn't?" "Ma'am, this tattoo was on the back of her neck when we started doing our job." another staff replied. "Really?" Carmelia couldn't help walking to Lavana and inspecting Lavana's neck. She suddenly gasped. "What? Ma'am, is something wrong?" Lavana asked. She herself was confused as well. Her tattoos only appear when she shifts to her mermaid form and she's pretty sure that there's none on her back. "Nothing. I just felt it was cool. I mean, it's very beautiful. You have a tattoo of a wolf. Why you never showed it to me? Maybe I should get one. Haha!" Carmelia chuckled.

A stab wound split her chest just below the collarbone—deep and raw, the skin torn in a vicious arc. “She’s still breathing,” Harry whispered, leaning closer. Hemingway hovered above them. “Barely.” Harry ran two fingers under her jaw. A pulse—faint, but there. “She needs a healer. Now.” He moved to lift her, but as he slid his arms beneath her shoulders, her hair shifted again. A shimmer caught his eye. His breath stilled. There, just below the edge of her jaw, hidden beneath blood and shadow—was a mark. A silver crescent moon, ringed with tiny stars, inked into her skin like the light of a forgotten constellation.

For years, she was known to be the campus' hot topic. Sera Merka purposely invited Hawthorne to her pool party in a view of a fact that she plans to let her mates toy with her. That will put Astrid Hawthorne into shame. Eyes were following her actions, she caught everyone's attention seeing that her dark-red two-piece bikini suits her pale and flawless skin along with her nice well-curved body, her long raven-liked hair was down her waist and its highlights were adding beauty to it and it was dancing with the cold night's wind.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

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.”

I convinced her to go all out, and she finally settled on a golden-brown mermaid dress. It flatters her tall, curvy figure and features a plunging V-neckline that runs down her midriff. Thin spaghetti straps hold the dress in place. Her gloves, in contrast to mine, stop just before her wrists and are made of black, shimmering lace. Her long, black hair is left straight, with some strands pinned back. While dressing, I frequently check my phone to reply to Artemis's latest messages. This time he sends a sad but cute cat sticker, responding to my earlier text about not giving him a sneak peek of my look for the night.

Meanwhile, Harriet's skin had pale undertones, almost transparent, and her entire body couldn't stand the bright sunlight from the sky reflecting off the white snow. “Do you have Siren's blood running in your body? Sirens' hair is usually dark blue and purplish," said one of the maids. Harriet smiled at the question. "I'm not sure either," said Harriet quietly. “Or perhaps you are related by blood with members of the Mercury Kingdom, Madam. They are famous for their silver or bluish hair," said another maid.

There was a slight hint of accent in her voice. Elena pulled out her phone, showing me a captivating mermaid-style masterpiece gracing the mannequin. Adorned with exquisite lace, it boasted a strapless design, adorned with a sweetheart neckline that caressed the shoulders. The back showcased a delicately arranged procession of pearly buttons, evoking a sense of elegance and allure. Its sheer simplicity rendered me spellbound, leaving me utterly unable to divert my gaze. “We have many other styles as well,” Lana said, incorrectly interpreting my speechlessness. “Is there anything specific that you’d—”

BLUE Was marriage the only think a mermaid was supposed to do when she grew up? I asked myself that as I began getting ready for the big day ahead. My friends Coral and Oceana were braiding my hair and fixing it with sea shells. Since my hair was the longest among my friends, they loved braiding it. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and realized how beautiful the hairstyle had turned out to be. “You look like a princess Blue!” Coral complimented me. “I’m sure Adrian will fall head over heels in love with you.”