Jenna Ortega Tattoo Novels & Stories

No, that tattoo, there would never be a mistake. "Do you not remember me anymore?" Jenna further confirmed, "Five years ago, I was drinking in this box, my friend ordered you to accompany me, then we went to the hotel..." "On the side of your right breast, there is a red mole!" The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Jenna meaningfully, "That night, you were really passionate." "I'm going to kill you!" Jenna rushed forward and swung her hand up to slap him. The man grabbed her wrist lightning fast and pushed her down on the couch, "Stupid ass!"

The man, wrapped in a white towel around his waist, showcased his well-defined muscles, making him appear powerfully built. Jaxter slipped into a crisp white shirt, the fabric covering an impressive phoenix tattoo that spread majestically across his back, extending down to his waist. The tattoo adorned his perfectly sculpted torso. As he adjusted his shirt, the image of Hayle unexpectedly entered his mind. How could a woman like her be the mother of his potential child? "Roberto," Jaxter spoke without turning his face, not even acknowledging Roberto's reflection in the mirror before him. He was engrossed in his own thoughts and actions.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”