Novel & Cerita Simple Harley Quinn Tattoo

he replied, She seemed quiet, with her dark hair and straight face, she wasn't one you could flirt with and escape with your body complete. Daren noticed a tattoo on her arm, "Nice tattoo" he said, "And yours" she replied, Hers seemed familiar, two swords pointing left and right, a serpent in the middle, daren stared at it till it clicked, "Sigil of house horak" he thought, "Strange, I know that tattoo" daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew,

“Jesus, woman, you’re perfect for him. He’s out there right now, probably tattooing your name on his other ass cheek just to balance it out.” I choke on my whiskey, coughing like I’ve inhaled a cactus. “He did what to his ass?” “Long story,” Harper chimes in, sliding back into the conversation with a fresh drink and a grin that says she’s loving every second of my meltdown. “Short version, he’s branded. You’re it. End of discussion.” I rub my temples, feeling a headache blooming like a mushroom cloud. “Great. So I’m stuck with a psycho who thinks kidnapping is foreplay and tattoos are love letters. What’s next? He gonna build a shrine in my honor? Sacrifice a goat?”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 40: tattoos and pain . Althea scratches her left wrist, the irritated skin under the bandage giving her hell. “Stop scratching it,” orders Harley moving her hand forcefully. “If you keep scratching, it will get infected.” The blonde looks at the cook straight in the eye and keeps on scratching. “It doesn’t matter how much you scratch it, the tattoo won’t vanish.” Deaf to the truth, Althea keeps attacking the skin of her wrist over the bandage, the letters under it burning her every cell.

"Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?" The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled border taunted me. It was so much like my own snow covered tree, and Lana's fruit laden one. Harley's eyes darted around the room, obviously looking for an easy escape. "Answer me, dammit!" I heard myself shout, gripping her upper arms with my hands. "Why do you have a similar tattoo to mine? Why do you have one like the one I'd presume April would have?"

John smiled at her warmly. “Oh John, help me call Mark. I have something important to tell him” she said excitedly with a weak body. “John, I think Mark is Jack’s real father” “I know it’s a long shot. But it’s worth to run a test” she thought she said her words properly. Harley’s blurred words were echoing in her mind. ‘Tattoo on lower abdomen’ ‘Jack of diamonds’ She has seen that tattoo before and she loved it. ‘Jackson. Son of Jack’

The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table. Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red. “Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and looking me over. “You look hot as hell tonight, girl. You come straight from work?” I put my helmet down on the table and nodded. “You know it. Need some help?”

I laughed at what he said. “That's for lying to me. It's good for you," I said laughing. Harold is very flirtatious. "Yeah and I'm so sorry for what I did." Instead of answering him, I just hugged him. "I'm confused about your tattoo, when I first saw you, his design was two moons but when I saw it when we got wet in the rain, it's YinYang." I told him. "My tattoo is just a YinYang design. You probably misunderstood it because of its tail shaped like a half moon. The idea came from you actually, when we met in the plaza once." I frowned at what he said. when?

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi