Jenna Ortega Tattoo Novels & Stories

Elsewhere, in a luxurious mansion, a man with a snake tattooed on his arm was enjoying his wine with a wicked grin as he stared at the stock market news that was about to shake him. "I'm not sure sir, Jonathan Orlando is an expert hacker. And Morgan himself has handled everything. That all his assets are clean! Even the State confirmed it. He's a clean businessman." "If not the company's house is fine too! I'd love to see what an angel of the sovereign looks like, give me a picture." His subordinate immediately handed over his iPad and displayed a photo of a woman who was extremely beautiful. "That's Mrs Jessica Tuan, it's a photo of her doing an event at her adopted son's school. But until

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

“Well, hello handsome.” “What can I offer you?” the guy asked, ignoring her flirtatious greeting. “Club soda is perfect, thanks.” He nodded. “Jenny?” “Vodka.” “Right,” he said, turning to get the bottles. As he turned, Malvika caught sight of the tattoo on his upper arm. It was an intricate drawing of a snake. “Nice tattoo you’ve got there,” she said casually. He glanced at her, a little bewildered. “Um, thanks, I guess,” he said, hurrying away.

the artist said, a guy tatted from stem to stern with big silver gauges in his ears. Isabella rolled off the table and went to the mirror to admire the image on her ribs. A sketch outline of willowy ocotillo, flowering at the top. She smiled. "I love it." "Me too," Rex said, breathless. She flipped around and grinned. "Your turn." Rex was not nearly as graceful. He'd gotten tattoos before. A couple on his arms, ankle, back and thigh. Never ribs. He definitely would have been squirming and crying uncle if it was his first.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

How I wished Mark wouldn't hang around with that jerk. As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I wa

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

The girls began to get restless as they waited for Jasmine. In the meanwhile, Jasmine stood in front of the long mirror on the brink of tears as she admired the masterpiece plastered on her back. She was in absolute love with her tattoo, "Woah, Alejandro, this looks amazing, thank you," she said as Alejandro smiled like a proud father, "Yo, what the f**k is taking so l-