Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

The guy chuckled as his eyes swept the room. Matteo slow blinked at the sight of her and looked away, standing like a statue by the door as he closed it. “A-antonio?” She breathed in fright. “Relax…this is Jimmy, he’s here to tattoo my name permanently into your skin, so stay still!” “What! Wait, Antonio…no, please, don’t do that!” Quinn started to panic but Antonio ignored her and instructed the tattooist to set up and get on with it.

As I’m sliding them on, Jack walks into the backyard and I freeze when I see the snake tattoo up his side, the skull on his left peck and the scorpion on the other one. Individually these tattoos are fairly common, but how many people have all three in those same spots? Because JackDaddy21, my highest paying client, does. And his name is Jack. There’s no fucking way that’s a coincidence. No no no no no no. This is not happening. I’m gonna vomit.

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.

Enough for me to feel their breath on my face. My bandages were loose now. They itched a little less. “Heh, he's out col…” I struck. Two quick jabs — one for each of them. "Fuck!" Joker shouted, stumbling back. Spear Guy cursed and drew back, wobbling. "What the hell did you do?" I still had two needles tucked into my bandages, and that's why they itched against the chains. Thin. Dipped in that same lovely poison used on Ryanna.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Freya jumped up instantly on alert. “My…My shoulder…blade.” I yelped and ripped my shirt off leaving me in a tattered old beige bra. “What is it?” Jarek pushed me to the side to get a closer look. His gasp had me worrying until he started cheering. Shoving him away I growled at him. “What is it?” “My mate tattoo.” He smiled and laughed like an excited little kid. Punching him in the thigh took away the smile even before he made a sound of pain like I had. He jumped up growling with smoke coming out of his nose.

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

The pentagram tattooed guy felt humiliated, glared at the both of them, and panted. "I won't say a word even if my entire arm rots away." "It's a shame that your integrity is being wasted on all the wrong places, and for all the wrong reasons," Jared mocked him and shook his head. "Jared Johnston, if you are able to, you can find a quicker way to dispose of me. After all, what kind of man are you to use such despicable methods!?" The man with the pentagram tattoo glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

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.

" Having enough of Gashface's foul-mouthedness, Jada splashed her mug of beer at his face before striking him with the mug. Bleeding right then, Gashface yelled, "You bitch! You're dead once I'm free!" "Free, you say?" Jada flung her mug on the ground and kicked him straight in the groin, knocking him out. She did not let up just yet, however—waking him by splashing cold water on his face, she kicked him again! Gashface did not even have tears to cry now. "W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop humiliating me!"