Morgan Brennan Tattoo Novels & Stories

" He concluded. Elva touched her chest feeling goosebumps pop up all over her skin. Natalia's heart softened but Jake had more questions. "Did you notice anything peculiar about the substitute driver which can give us a clue? It's obvious the car was already tampered with and he was sent on a suicide mission to make sure the job was completed.'' Mr Brown strained his brain again to remember. "Yes!" His eyes lit up. "It was a quick glance but I saw something. He had a tattoo. A tattoo at the back of his neck." "What kind of tattoo?" Natalia breathed expectantly and he looked at the three of them...

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

There is a tattoo near the spot, like a tattoo as a sign that I also have near my neck. "Is this a scratch scar? Does it hurt? "I asked. Dori shook her head "this is not a deep wound. After all, all of that was defeated with the pleasure that Abigail gave me," said Dori, smiling brightly. "It's different from Dori, my mark is on my right back, Albern gave a bite mark there. look," said Jasmine and asked me to look at her back. I tried to shift a little of the clothes that covered Jasmine's end. There were indeed scars from the fangs and covered in tattoos.

It disappears beneath the fabric of the tank top, hinting at a larger tapestry that covers his torso. "What’s that one?" I point to a symbol on his rear deltoid. It looks like a wolf, but abstract, geometric. "Ink," he deadpans. "You don't say. I thought it was a very specific bruise." I lean closer, squinting. "It looks tribal. But not the I got drunk in Cancun kind of tribal. It looks meaningful. Is it a gang thing? A badge of honor for every time you successfully intimidated a client into silence?"

“What are you looking at?” “Absinthe told me earlier; he’d had the Tome scanned and put onto file in the Mansion’s Archives. I am just doing some—What the fuck?” I sat forward, looking at the picture of Johan, moving to the next screen, the picture of Johnathan. “Rhayden, look at this.” “What?” he asked, leaning forward, looking at the screen. “It’s Johnathan.” “Yes, but look.” I swiped the screen back to Johan, pointing to the tattoo on his neck. “They have the same tattoo.”

In his right hand, he held the familiar silver dagger, its blade gleaming dangerously. But as the rebel assassin took a step toward my bed, his left hand reached up to his own collar. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric down, exposing his spine to the mirror on the wall behind him. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat, and my heart stopped dead in my chest. There, seared into the skin of the ruthless Omega rebel's back, was a glowing, crimson brand. A perfect, permanent tattoo of my own true initials. MW.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

Sable Brant walked up to me and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to a garden and gently laid me down on the soft grass. “My little bunny…” he whispered in my ear, then sucked the tip of it. I moaned. He knew exactly how sensitive I was there. In what felt like a blink, our clothes were gone, and Brant was positioning himself at my entrance, his cock teasingly brushing against my pussy. His eyes moved to my chest—his name tattooed there caught his gaze, inked across my breast. He looked up at me, then down again, spotting it on my neck, where his name was inked once more… and when he turned me over, there it was on my butt cheek too, bold and clear—his name, staring back at him from my

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