Harry Styles Tattoo Mermaid の小説・ストーリー

Her heart was caught up in her throat beating furiously. She was wearing a white mermaid bridal dress. It flowed behind her when she walked and sparkled everytime she moved. The pendant was hanging around her neck. Her makeup was done perfectly. The door behind her opened and she turned around to find Harry and Louis. Harry did not leave. Surprisingly, he did not leave. When she asked why, he said that he could not leave them behind just because he was sad. He said he would get over everything eventually or maybe he would get used to it. That was what he was always good at anyway.

So I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom and turned my back to it, looking at my naked reflection on its shiny surface. There it was. The word ‘Harry’ written in clear cursive handwriting. Harry had chosen the tattoo shop, the tattoo artist — he insisted it be a woman, the tattoo design, everything. Thankfully, it was a small tattoo and he didn’t ask for his face to be drawn on my whole back. With a sigh, I wore my robe again and returned to bed. What a fool I was.

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

Beautiful, Kitten Reese decided that she needed a reward. After a quick internet search, he found a gold necklace with a mermaid charm. The store was only an hour away from them. dialing the number on the website, he spoke with the manager who confirmed that they had several pieces in stock. He chose the one of a single diving mermaid with a diamond held in her hands and the chain going through a loop made by her tail. The manager agreed to a delivery with an additional fee. Reese provided the credit card information and the address for TRAAC. With that taken care of, he delved into a more business-oriented contract.

Damn,I’m not a kid anymore, but here I am getting all flustered. "Done." He leaned past me to check himself in the mirror. That was when I noticed the tattoo on his chest– a mermaid, with stars and a crescent moon tangled through her flowing hair. But what really caught my eye was the letter on the lower part of the mermaid’s tail. It said “Nesh.” Or maybe not. The curve of the S and H looked slightly different. Sebastian turned back to me with a grin and kissed my jaw. "Thank you, love."

From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear. “I’m glad to see you. I like your hair,” Meguitte reached up self-consciously to touch her own, knowing that it was far from looking its best. “Thank you,” Harry tossed it back over their shoulder. “It suits me. Chains, sister, don’t suit you.” “No,” Meguitte looked at her hands. “They’re not my favorite accessory.”

My hair is tied up in a braided low bun, with a few loose curls in the front, and small pearls as accessories. “Wow. This is… Thanks, Irene,” I say to her, and she gives a proud smirk while leaning against the wall. “Told you. I knew I’d nail it.” She winks. “It’s time for the dress,” Dory says, and I get up from the seat. Maria and Dory help me put on the dress. The green gown is mermaid style, hugging my curves from the bust down before flaring out dramatically at the knees. It’s adorned with silver beading. A low-cut neckline shows my cleavage, and a thigh-high slit adds a touch of sultry glamor. I decided to go a little bold today.

His dark hair falls in a disturbingly sexy mess across his forehead, glittering like literal diamonds beneath the lights. His tanned skin gleams like burnished rubies — I'm convinced he bathes in expensive oils every morning. And on one arm, a tattoo slithers from his sleeve, snaking down and ending abruptly at his wrist. I can’t make out the tattoo’s design from all the way up here, but for a moment, I can’t shake the mental image of running my tongue across its length while Harlan’s long fingers tangle in my hair. Snap out of it, Scarlett!

he asked her. "Ohhh, about it sir? What makes you thought about that sir Daven?" said Teresa laughing. "No! Nothing, I'm just curious about it," he said. "Back then sir, most of the people talked about that because it was said that there was a man who fell in love with a mermaid the sad thing was that the mermaid is a queen, so the mermaid was cursed to die and the man was just reported to have been taken by the ocean, that's the gossip i heard then sir when I just got here," Teresa told him.

How I wished Mark wouldn't hang around with that jerk. As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I wa