Jack And Sally Tattoo Novels & Stories

he mouthed. The tattoo on my throat warmed like a small sun. I sang, not loud, not long, just enough to wake the names the house knew. Harper, Jacob, Hazel, Joel and Lily. Home, sun and pancakes. Sable’s page curled a second, then flattened like a cat turning its face from your hand. Behind her smile, hunger prowled. Boots and breath. The old scent that sat like dust in my throat. Joel stepped into the light at my left and didn’t look away from our parents. The moon painted his new tattoo like it had been waiting to meet it.

The dot over the i was a small red heart. Now, who the hell was Jackie? And why did I already dislike her? I cozied deeper into the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "You didn't strike me as a lover boy.” “Probably because I'm whatever the opposite of that is.” “So you tattooed ‘Jackie’ on your chest just because you liked how it sounded? And— wait. Are you two still together? Because you would have gotten that name covered up already if you weren't.” He glanced at the tattoo on his chest. “You know, you jump into conclusions faster than wet paint dries.”

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.”

Jack said his eyes wandering up and down my body. "Yeah you like?" I asked, putting my head down and batting my eyes at him. "I love it." "What about my sexy new boots Jack; you like those?" He nodded smiling, and I added; "You want me to keep them on?" "Oh yeah." Jack said all but licking his lips. I walked over to stand directly in front of him and turning slowly bent over shoving my ass in his face, but pulling away before he could grab it. "I love that bad ass tattoo of yours." He told me referring to my Baphomet tramp stamp.

The silencer inhaled, breathing in the fear as the adrenalin kicked in, “I want all three of them.” He looked at Jack, Jack looked down, then walked up to the Silencer. One of the men had pissed in their pants; the Silencer’s appearance always pulled a crowd of people. The crowd came closer as Nicole took both her hands and gripped them onto Jack's vest. The men then realized that Jack had the same tattoo as silence on the front of his neck, just Jack’s tattoo was smaller and more detailed with interior lines which appeared like the number of killings. “Teach them a lesson they won't ever forget, but do this without drawing attention.”

After brushing out my damp hair (which reached my butt when wet), I gathered dirty clothes and opened the door— —colliding with a wall of bare muscle. "Whoa, easy there," Jack’s hands landed on my bare shoulders as I stumbled back. I stared in consternation at his bare, sculpted chest. There was a tattoo on his right shoulder—some gothic cemetery angel. Funny, I’d never have pegged the stuffy businessman as an ink guy. A thin T-shaped trail of sandy hair spread across his pecs, trailing down toward his navel. *Damn.* Who knew he hid this under those sport coats?

She spat. “Jackie, I am not mad. Just…” I sighed running my hand through my hair. She hissed, returning to the bed. A serpent tattoo was drawn on her back, right in the middle where the back line lay. She just got that. She was obsessed with tattoo, and Jackie never feels pain during the process which was rare in women. Jackie could be scary if she wanted to. “Fine, dad was talking about retiring and shit. I think he wants us to get married soon so he could hand over the empire to you.” She paused, not staring back at me.

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

his back was facing me. " Yes, do you know what it feels like to be rejected by a man i have love all my life? " She asked jack who stood still. " That isn't enough reason to take a life, i was the one who rejected you. Why would you vent your anger on han. He is just a chauffeur for goodness sake " jack yell at Sally. Cold sweat broke out from me as i witness the anger of jack mayor. " Exactly! I did that because he is jillian Don's chauffeur. Who does she think she is to think she could get into your life so fast ? " Sally yell as well in anger.

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”