Novel & Cerita Simple Harley Quinn Tattoo

“I mean…he’s the biggest investor here, no? What if he holds his shares and forces the rest of the shareholders to keep holding. I think Harvey and Caleb would be much less threats than they are.” “Oh, I forgot how eloquently you speak, Mia,” Corey’s eyes wash over me…and I mean…over me. They run through my face and then, to my neck, going further down to the exposed swells on my chest. “Nice tattoo,” I instinctively shield myself, knowing what he’s talking about. A tattoo signaling the peak of my rebellious youth, of a horse, just above my areola. “Can I get a better look?” he asks. It’s a dare - one that I’m not willing to entertain.

His dark hair falls in a disturbingly sexy mess across his forehead, glittering like literal diamonds beneath the lights. His tanned skin gleams like burnished rubies — I'm convinced he bathes in expensive oils every morning. And on one arm, a tattoo slithers from his sleeve, snaking down and ending abruptly at his wrist. I can’t make out the tattoo’s design from all the way up here, but for a moment, I can’t shake the mental image of running my tongue across its length while Harlan’s long fingers tangle in my hair. Snap out of it, Scarlett!

she asked them referring their tattoos. It took them a while before Hakyi answered. "A warrior tattoo." "Are they? Must hurt a lot having it painted in your skin." "Why you say so?" Osiris asked. "Aren't tattoos painted through needles?" she asked them. They nodded. "You know I remember when I was in high school, the rebel stage of being a youth. My dad had literally whooped my ass with his morning newspaper when I told him and mom that I would get myself a tattoo. I was scared when he literally forgot reading news and decided to chase me around the house while shouting 'Yah Daeira Park! Get back here or I will disown you!'." Daeira laughed so loud at the recollection while Hakyi and Osiris

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.

It was mother in law she was standing next to a man that had blonde hair with silver eyes just like Scarlet. "Hi mother in law, good to see you.." I said to her and she gave me a smile while everyone else looked on. "She is the moon goddess?" Zara asked in disbelief while mother in law just giggled nodding her head. "Is it him?" the man she was with asked. "Yeah let me introduce you Zane this is Jack Reyes Scarlet's Dad and my mate. And Jacky this is Zane our little girl's mate.." she said with a giant Smile.

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

I was standing infront of him as he gently cupped my cheek, I could see his tattooed strong arms peeking though his sleeves. I wonder if Harold also has tattoos in his whole body, probably every mafia has tattoos. I looked up at Harold as he was busy chewing his food. He was wearing a full sleeved black hoodie and I have never seen him in half sleeved t-shirts or shirtless and I don't even want to see him shirtless. Probably he'll have those strong abs and biceps... uhg. Think of a shirtless Dylan. He'll probably be like spicy meat without any shirt on.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful