Harry Styles Tattoo Mermaid Novels & Stories

"She does the designs, I handle the tattooing." The blonde huffs and approaches me. She shows me a photo of a guy I immediately recognize. It's Harry Styles. "I want to get a tattoo of my boyfriend's picture." She looks me in the eyes, daring me to contradict what she just said. Which, of course, I do. I smile defiantly. "Are you aware that he's a singer?" "Of course I know that my boyfriend is a singer. Are you jealous or something?" Oh God, besides her breasts, she also has neurons made of silicone.

"She had long kinky hair, eyes were piercing pearly blue with fire in the center, which pierced through the very soul of any she looked straight in the orbs. She loved colors and played with them as much as she wanted which came in the form of flowers. The most noticeable was on her skull. She carried hair of a blast of vibrant colours in Rasta twists, dreads, dependent on her moods complementarily on her head which was never enough space to express the blast within with colours of carefully selected flamboyant petals combined. She was always in white linen, a mark of purity; designed into a long gown with intentional low deep back cut exposing her delicate, silky, soft, skin with the tattoo

*In the Present* Jason’s eyes widened in awe at the beauty who had just appeared in front of him. Her hair was slightly curled at the edge, highlighting her innocence. Large coral eyes looked at him with interest, her minimal makeup making her features even sharper. The mermaid dress she wore fit her perfectly, brushing on the floor as she walked. It was backless with silver glitters bordered around the neck. The sadistic trio had magically hid her scars with make up. Her hair softly swayed against the air while her pearly skin glowed under the light. She was not so tall, barely reaching till his shoulders but she seemed to be in her late twenties.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

Nearby, there was a statue of his wife, Doris, representing the gentle beauty and grace of the sea nymphs. As Madissa and Nerissa approached the priestess in the temple, they were enveloped by an undeniable sense of serenity and reverence. The priestess, a mermaid of advanced age, possessed a mane of hair that had once shimmered with a deep, cobalt blue hue. Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years.

Another person that wants something from me, great… “Do not fret, my dear.” Her tone comes out sharp. “It will work both ways and I will be here for you if you ever find yourself in need of me.” Her hand reaches down to the part of my hand where the snake wrapped around me earlier. A tattoo slowly appears against my tanned skin in the exact places where the snake was previously. Instead of the black and gold colored snake that I expected to appear, a bright blue snake with red and black eyes appears on my skin. The color was breathtaking and glowed a bit under Marie Laveau’s intense light.

They hang to well below her exposed tattooed waist, and as always, are bedecked with strange feathers, pierced medallions, crystal beads and a few random animal teeth or talons, I can’t tell which. Nearly every visible inch of her body from her shoulders down—and there’s a lot of it visible— is covered in elaborate, multi-colored tattoos, the wild jungle pattern interspersed with miscellaneous flora, fauna and insects that disguise the presence of her pet, Alcee, a large hairy tarantula. In combination with her barely-there clothing style and impossibly high wedge sandals, she’s a sight, exotic and dangerous, even if she wasn’t also astoundingly pretty. “I like to hope so, Tarot. Welcome.” I

The clock struck 7 pm, marking the completion of their preparations. Storm, with his comb-over black hair style and impeccably groomed jawline, looked dashing in his black tuxedo. Meanwhile, Scarlet descended the stairs in a mesmerizing light blue mermaid evening gown, accentuating her figure. She carried a clutch bag adorned with white pearls, a perfect match for her attire. This exquisite gown had been personally tailored by the renowned designer, Summer Carter, known for her exceptional creations in the bustling city of New York.

“My parents died and then I was all alone and –” “Alright, I get it.” Mordred cuts Kiera off brusquely. There’s a long moment of silence, and blood rushing in my ears is so loud it almost blocks out his next words. “Do you want to make some money?” “How?” Kiera asks, somehow managing to entwine distrust in her frail tone. “I’m looking for mermaids.” He answers simply, “Young ones mostly, but I’ll take any who can still produce tears.” A decidedly cunning note propels his next words, “having a pair of eyes here could be useful.”

If he thought too much about it, he’d probably turn tail and run. But right now, he walked her backward until she sat down on his desk. They gazed at each other, breathing heavily, and Adam traced the lines of her tattoo. He had only glanced at it before, but now he studied it, intrigued. Drawn in swaths of purple and blue and lined in black, it was a mermaid with a graceful tail and long, blue hair. It reached from her upper bicep almost to her elbow, an expansive piece that looked alive.