Morgan Brennan Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Amber is too kind. My mom said not to hurt the people who did that to you. We only live together. She shared her life experiences, especially when that crazy guy decided to run off with that bitch who ruined my parents' marriage." "In that case, you should take care of your mom." Denis had already turned on the tattoo gun after dipping the needle in the ink. Denis' other hand began to hold Gaby's skin flat and taut for easy execution, and slowly and indeed, the needle started to dig into a few millimeters of Gaby's skin. Think of it like a sting that Gaby eventually got used to. Now Denis' focal point truly begins. Under the lights, he resumes his work for the umpteenth client since Denis f

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

The only memory he had was the bright red peach blossom tattoo on her back that faintly emitted a glow. He had never seen a tattoo with such vibrant colors, so it left a deep impression on him. Afterward, he sketched the tattoo he saw that night. It was an important clue in his search for Liv over the years. Although the pattern he saw on Mable’s back last night was only a small part, it was identical to the pattern he had drawn on the sketch. A sharp pain shot through his fingers. Blair’s hand trembled and dropped the burning end of the cigarette to the ground.

“If you tell me I did great, I’ll throw up on your shoes.” “Please don’t,” Bree murmured. “They’re satin.” Nora slipped her fingers through mine. The skin near her fresh mate mark—Ethan’s mark—was still faintly warm. It hit me like a bruise I refused to look at. “Morgan,” Brannick called from the ring, “you’re not done for the day.” “I know,” I called back. My voice didn’t shake. Another victory. “Good.” A pause. “Because your audience hasn’t left.”

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.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

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.

I can hear him chuckling at me as he gets out of bed. I quickly throw my hair up in a ponytail and brush my teeth before grabbing some workout clothes from my closet. “Are you joining us for training,” I ask “Absolutely. I am curious to see how different the training program is here. I am looking forward to learning,” he says with a smile. We head out and meet Bren and Damien downstairs so we can all walk to training together. I gasp when I see Bren. “What is that?!” I ask pointing at her neck. It looks like she got a tattoo in the shape of a crescent moon and two small wolves with a galaxy of stars around them. It is a beautiful dark purple that is almost black.

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

A tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders had his arm around Isabella as they walked through the lobby. And there, on his neck, partially hidden by his collar, was a tattoo—a snake wrapped around a dagger. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Aurora asked. “I know that tattoo.” I zoomed in on the image. “It’s a gang marking. The Serpent Brotherhood. They operate in the eastern territories.” “A gang? Why would a gang kidnap Isabella?” “I don’t know. But we’re about to find out.” I turned to the receptionist. “Are they in their room now?”