Money Boog Tattoo Novels & Stories

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

The tattooist says waving his gadgets in the air for effect. "Wait, you actually charge? " Sao asks shocked. "Well yeah, do you think I'd be here doing charity for you young blood? It's way past my bedtime. " He answers smugly busying himself . "Brother if you want a tattoo I'll pay. " Modei offers. "No, I wouldn't want something I can't afford. Let's just go enjoy the rest of the festival. " Sao rejects him. "I think he is scared of a little prick. " Winter says in a silent challenge to Sao.

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

Beggars have a slogan of staying out of shit unless… “Stand back and watch,” I say, my voice firm. I’m not giving up. Hera’s in a hospital bed because of this mess, and I’m not walking away empty-handed. I turn back to the woman, pulling a few crumpled dollars from my pocket. Her eyes lock on the money, and I see a flicker of interest. “Help me out,” I say, holding the bills just out of reach. “This guy is trouble. Have you seen him around here? Or anyone with a tattoo like this?” I scroll to the next picture of the Shadow Riders logo of a skull with crossed daggers.

She followed his steps to his desk and sat in front of him, Hilaire signaled her to speak, she made a huge effort to keep her calm and recite what she had to tell him. “Dad, I don't want this driver anymore.” “I knew it, here we go again.” Her father knew how she was, she was surely going to invent something like every time she hates an employee and desires his departure. “Dad, he touched me. I didn't want to go up with him and he required me to do it.” “Where were you?” “At Ganaëlsy.” She lied because she didn't want her father to know that she wanted to get a tattoo.

I sighed and looked down at the dead rogues around me. Having her come with us was a bad idea. A rustle came from behind. Maurice limped out of the woods, blood drying on his arm. He looked at the bodies and then at me. “They’re rogues,” he said. “Probably wanted to loot us but they have this weird looking tattoo he said showing me the straight line they all had in their necks” I nodded, distracted but all I could think about was Athena and how angry she was.

“Boss Lady had shared pictures of the tattoo that you did on her and a few of your designs. We displayed them, and those are the ones who are interested in talking to you about getting some ink done. No pressure if you don’t want to do it, but there you go just in case. By the way, I know that there’s at least fifteen of us workers who would definitely be interested in your designs.” Maddox looked at the paper before looking at me. There was such raw emotion there that it choked me up. He gripped my chin and drew me into a sweet kiss, one of promise and love. There were cheers around us when we pulled a part. Heat warmed my cheeks, making him chuckle softly. ‘You blush so fiercely for someon

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

A tattoo covers one of his pecs, moving up to his shoulder and down part of his arm. His arms are just as huge as the rest of him—sculpted biceps and forearms and… good Lord, this guy looks like he should be felling trees or something. My eyes don’t stay on his arms, though—they go right back to the bongos. And the fact that those bongos are covering his… bongos. “My package?” he asks. “What?! I’m not looking at your package,” I protest. My voice seems to come out at least an octave higher than it is. I practically squeak like a mouse.

** ********** Trevor’s Room Trevor had just stepped out of the shower. True to his habit, he always showered after exercising. A towel was wrapped loosely around his waist while droplets of water still ran down from his wet hair. He walked toward his closet— But suddenly the door burst open. Noah and Rolex rushed inside. Just in time. “There!” Rolex pointed immediately, completely forgetting about privacy. His finger aimed at the tattoo on Trevor’s back. The LC tattoo. “That’s the exact same tattoo Sofia has!” Rolex exclaimed, his eyes wide like a teenager trying to prove a point.