Jenna Ortega Tattoo Novels & Stories

Hoping he’d say he thought of her first. “I did,” Orion replied. “But then I remembered they went to Becca’s grandmother’s today. So they aren’t in.” The hope deflated quietly. He lifted a hand and ruffled his damp hair, droplets falling to the floor. Vera watched the motion, stunned by how something so simple could look so dangerously attractive. She had never pictured Orion as a man with tattoos—but there they were. A black band wrapped around one forearm. A bird inked along the other, stretching upward, partially hidden by his sleeve. That same arm bore other markings—needles, knives, a skull, symbols she couldn’t fully make out.

He needed to prove, not just to the world but to himself, that this glory was his and his alone. That flicker vanished, replaced by a sneer as he looked down his nose at me. “Renata, I thought you were just vain. I didn’t realize you were insane, too.” He turned and took Jenna’s hand, his grip almost possessive, as if she were a prize he had truly won on his own. “Tonight, I have another announcement,” his voice boomed across the camp. “Jenna will be my Luna!” They raised their wrists. Freshly inked Blackmoon tattoos marred their skin—the black crescents that marked them as intended mates.

“Even I regret certain things in life, like not standing up for Pebbles when she needed someone to protect her from Sinister, but that man is the evillest person I've ever met and God is watching him, he'll get what's coming to him — now Jenna let me see your hands, I want to help you.” Tears slid down Jenna's face, and then she heaved the fabric over her wrists. Blaine's eyes fell on the marks on her wrists. He couldn't believe his eyes, he had to touch them and she flinched. He withdrew his fingers and continued to stare at the freshly painted black marks. A beautiful worded design covered the cuts — it appeared to be someone's name. His eyes met her face. “Don't look at me like that," she

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.

Something I didn't have a word for – her body saying the thing her mouth was smart enough not to try. She pulled my shirt off. Her fingers found the tattoos – Orion, the date, Elena's handwriting along my ribs. She kissed each one. Not the way she usually did, quick and familiar. This was deliberate. Her mouth pressing against every mark my mother had left on my skin, putting something warm where the cold had lived for nine years.

I mumbled proudly to myself. "Here," Orion said patiently, handing a small black ink pen over to my fingers. “I've been meaning to do this!” I squeaked excitedly, popping the cap off with my teeth and tossing it aside, blinking heavily as I tugged the collar of his shirt down to slide it off one shoulder slightly. “I want to give you a custom tattoo, my giant teddy bear.” “Okay, dawn,” he responded softly, humoring my whim.

“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.