Lola Bunny Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Keep her sharp. Sam’s crescent moon tattoo glowed faintly, tingling, her pulse quickening at his touch. “Thanks, Kev. Let’s make it stick.” Luna purred, teasing. He’s your stone, Sam. Fire and stone—unbreakable. Lila’s sling snapped, a stone hitting dead center, her cheer ringing. “Got it, Sam! Link’s like magic!” She bounced, hazel eyes bright, pups clapping, but her hands shook—fifty wolves, red eyes, too close. Spark yipped, spinning. You’re their light, Lila! Keep it burning!

Rose pouted. That subject seemed to interest Camille, who soon got into it. " Really? I really want to do one, but my parents would never authorize it, so I'll have to wait until my birthday in February," she sighed. " I'm curious, cutie. What would you do? A barbed wire around your arm? " Liam joked. " No, I would tattoo the serotonin molecule, but I don't know where yet," she explained. " Interesting choice, suits you. I'd go for endorphin. Here," I returned, placing my hand on a spot between my pectoral and collarbone on the right side of my body.

"Who are you Mr. or Ms. Bunny?" He didn't reply to her but then he caresses her cheek gently. He makes an "M" symbol to her. "So you are a man?" She asks. The bunny nodded his head. "Oh. And...your name is?" He thinks for a moment before he starts to make a love sign and points it at her heart. Loula scrunches a bit. "Um...I don't have any lover. So, I couldn't guess." Nigel already smiles contently inside. That means she didn't end up with Jake.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok. “Your name… how about… Smile?” Smile wore a bright smile and bowed. His body glowed, too, and a golden crescent sun tattoo appeared on his wings as if the sun was smiling too. “And you… I am sure you are too busy sleeping. Huh! How about… Wake.” Wake’s body glowed as he kept on snoring. He got a tattoo of what looked like a sun eclipse. I chuckled dryly. “And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.”

Lolita whispered. “No. It'll be easy, I promise. I’ve always been easy on you.” “What tattoo should I get? I’ve never thought of having one before.” “A flower on your arm should do.” She frowned. “That’s cheesy.” “You are cheesy.” She started to laugh, but it got stuck on her throat. Lolita couldn’t laugh in her dreams. It tortured her, pulled at her heartstrings and the empty hole that was there. Hayden’s smile faded when he saw the amount of pain she was in.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.