Jamie Foxx Head Tattoo Removed Novels & Stories

“Yes! Yes! That’s him. He got the tattoo when Noarah was born—oh my God—” I felt the room tilt. I looked at Devon before I realised I was looking; he was already on his feet, concern pulling his face taut. “Jimmie, are you okay? Is something wrong?” “I know your husband,” I said, voice raw. “Well, I met him.” My words came out in a rush, pieces falling into place faster than I could catch them. “You did?” Stella asked, small and hopeful. I nodded. Then I turned to Franco, breath hitching. “Franco, you remember the man or rather the beast, you fought when you rescued me from the hunters’ lair?”

I realized how much I missed him, more than I had admitted to myself. “You really love tattoos,” I remarked as he casually removed his shirt. His back was covered in intricate black and gray tattoos—half a skull, half the face of a crying woman. His shoulders and arms were adorned with shading, letters, and flowers that had intertwined over time. I noticed the names of my parents, mine, and his pack etched on a cross. My dad would have had a fit if I had even a single tattoo.

Besides Sharon, the other three women in the room were Lyra’s friends, so they naturally stood by Lyra’s side and echoed Kate’s words. The women were still quarreling when the tattoo artist came in with a toolbox. “Enough.” Sydney stopped Sharon from arguing with them and looked at Lyra calmly. “Since I lost the bet, I’m willing to accept the consequences.” She went to the sofa by the side and lay down. When she lifted the hem of her sweater, her white waist was revealed along with a striking ‘JF’ tattoo. The tattoo artist hurried over and helped Sydney remove the tattoo. Seeing Sydney lie there calmly to let the tattoo artist fiddle with her and glancing at the tattoo on the waist made Juli

I requested. “Of course.” He took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to me, a picture of my reddish back gracing the screen. The ‘Harry’ tattoo was nowhere to be found. There were zinnia flowers quite alright, but just enough to create the perfect backdrop for the name ‘GAVIN’ written in bold block letters, even bolder than the previous tattoo had been. My wide smile disappeared.

she replied staring into space as Alejandro glanced at her. "And where do you want this tattoo?" He continued to question her as she smoothly replied, "Down my back," Alejandro nodded before instructing her to remove her shirt and undoing her bra. At first, Jasmine felt a bit uncomfortable but she then shoved that feeling aside and got ready for a life-changing experience. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"I know." My mind was made up. Twenty minutes later, I was lying on a table in a private tattoo parlor. The buzz of the laser removal machine was deafening as it burned away the Windemere family eagle crest on my collarbone. But my face was calm. I didn't make a sound. This pain was nothing compared to taking a bullet in the Somali desert. All I felt was five years of memories, five years of my love for Madeline, being stripped away, just like the ink.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

She smiled back and greeted him as the younger man sat in a lower chair behind him and opened a magazine. "I'm looking to get a tattoo," Jessie said. "Okay. Do you know what you want?" the older man asked. She nodded but then shrugged. "I've been thinking about getting Dexter's Pussy tattooed right above here," she said, pointing down to the spot she wanted it. "But I've had reservations about that." Still looking at him, she noticed a wry smile creep up on the man's face, which then turned into a short laugh. "I certainly don't recommend getting someone's name on you," he said. "Tattoos aren't easy to remove, and you can't tell the future."

Mark whispers from beside me, nudging my arm with his elbow. "Just my dad being... well, my dad." I tap my pen against my notebook. "He's been calling non-stop since morning." "Maybe he finally found out about that tattoo you got last month?" "God, I hope not." I touch the small star behind my ear—my only one act of rebellion in my nineteen years of age. "He'd probably show up at my apartment with a laser removal machine." "Speaking of showing up, you're still coming to Jamie's party tonight, right?"

It’s not that I’m not happy. If this is how I feel about Mom’s mark going, it just shows how much harder it must have been for Kareena to get rid of her own mate’s mark. She had her tattoo done today, and it’s not small. It runs over her shoulder and right beneath it; she had Shane’s name placed.