Jenna Ortega Tattoo Novels & Stories

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches.

His scent was restless. The door creaked open. She stepped out like she’d been waiting on the porch the whole time. Purple and red hair streaked down her shoulders, black eyes catching the last light of day. Her skin was pale, but a sharp black heart sat tattooed on her cheek, carved like it was burned in. “Lorna Orein,” I said before anyone else spoke.

She walks off, and Jackson quickly recaps me, the car thing can wait Getting into the office Alena is laying there on the table, her top off, and bottom half naked, covered by a sheet, Demitri is working his magic on her new tattoo Jackson has paid for. “Hey, so I was wondering if you can fit me in sometime? I have a name I want covering, a big black line would be better than the name” This tattoo needs to go. “Anytime, you know that Marcus” Demitri replies, the door opens and I know it is Jackson, he walks in quietly. “How is it going?” Jackson looks over at the tattoo. “Not bad so far, should be good when it is finished” He lowers his head next to Alena’s and while his voice is low, it isn

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

"But I'll let you squeeze my hand while you cry." The tattoo shop was small, but empty when we arrived. I'd rented out the entire place. "You're doing the tattoo yourself?" "I'm not letting another man touch you there. The artist will supervise, but my hands are the only ones going on your skin." The artist, a woman with sleeve tattoos and purple hair named Petra, introduced herself and showed me the setup. Camila wandered the shop, stopping at different arts on the wall while Petra walked me through the process. "Hey, Chicken girl, come here." But she didn't move. It was then I realized how rigid her body had gone.

“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?” She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.” “Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked. “I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice i

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

"Are you Mulan?" The Snake tattoo is the common tattoo for Kolara tribal women, every woman has it. "Yes! One and only..." She was cool, I liked her nature. "Rotero gave me your contact. He said you will help me to settle." I informed and she frowned. "Rotero will not send any random person to me... Who are you?" She was confident. "I am Mallika... No, sorry. I am Miguel" I was nervous by her interrogation. "You don't know your own name?"