Money Boog Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 1 I just moved out of my new condo. Why? Because my dad kicked me out just because I won't stop the habits, he also cut my cards and gave me 150,000 pesos that I should budget for one month. As if it will cover all my spending habits! He also buys me a condo where I can stay until I changed to be the better person he wants me to be, I should stick to one lover. As if I treated those guys as my lover!

Harder. Thus Moreau increased the tempo and force of the pressure. The murmur of a deep, hoarse voice almost created something-unusual between them. However, right now it was undeniable that Moreau could do everything freely behind her stepfather's body. Including observing the nearly connected tattoo on the back of his neck, she had not guessed wrong from the start. In fact, the tattoo was exactly the shape of a bird flapping its wings. Everything was so clearly detailed with special details, although there was something Moreau could not possibly understand clearly.

"Thanks, Nathan, but I'd love another glass full of wine. You can leave your alpha's order on me." Nathan and I peered with narrowed gaze at him as he lifted his left hand. He rolled the sleeve up to reveal a tattoo of a pack of four wolves howling at the full moon. He stroked his thumb on the wolves while mumbling something under his breath. The wolves on his forearm came to life as they moved to howl at the moon. "They'll be here in ten minutes." Rogue smiled and I peeked a hesitant glance at my father. He was sitting there like in a theater, watching a movie unfold. Getting up, he stretched his hands and yawned. "My job is done here I guess."

Or a bullet, depending on which syndicate controlled the gate this week. Morgan cut the motor and let the boat glide the last hundred yards. “I’ll talk,” she said. “They remember me, from last spring.” She rolled her sleeve to show a faded tattoo, a signet ring burned into her bicep. “Scrip gets us in. Don’t act desperate.” Wyn snorted. “If desperation had a smell, it’d be us.” “I’m counting on it,” Morgan said, and vaulted to the dock before any of them could say goodbye.

he continued, “I must admit I was almost sure you'd change your mind, Barbie,” Susan risked a glance in his direction. In the open she was finally able to see his eyes clearly. They were brown…Almost black even. He had a tattoo right behind his ear. It went down his neck and into the hoodie, but Susan could concentrate well enough to see what was written. She wondered if he had more tattoos… She was sure he probably did. His nose was pointed, and the lips surrounded by that neatly trimmed beard was…. Susan looked away and forced herself to concentrate. She wasn't here to ogle the big, bad man. Hell, she was yet to know why she was here, but first of all…

He was gone, Asher Blackwood was gone! “Shit.” I cursed out loud, scurrying towards his booth as the fear of him being a dine-and-dasher filled me greatly. Thankfully he wasn’t one of those, as I spotted a wad of cash on the table, a sigh of relief escaped me as I grabbed onto the dollar notes when my eye caught a note inbetwen one of them. “‘MOOSOON CREEK”’ was all it said.

"Wait." Standing up, Mobius continued to smile and shook his head. "Last offer—500 million. That's the best price I'm offering you, as the price you demand is null, considering how Mr. Bozad has protected you on more than one occasion. After all, life is priceless, don't you think?" "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Seeing that Mobius was not going to back down, Mr. Shrode swore under his breath and snatched the spiritron vein off the table.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

I sighed, "We need to save money. We don't know how long we will be hunted. We are not earning anything. Every cent counts and these tattoos are expensive. I wasn't thinking earlier-" "Zoe, you get that tattoo if you want. Don't worry about money. I am using my private account. It's separate from the pack and Admin accounts. No one will know and we will be fine." He tried to convince me. "Well, you are not having second thoughts, get to the chair, sweetheart. Let's prep your scalp for a tattoo." Judy walked back in and I glanced at Xavier who nodded encouragingly. "How long has it been that you ate anything?" Judy asked me and I honestly couldn't remember.