Simple Harley Quinn Tattoo Novels & Stories

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

“Oh, good! Mommy says tattoos last forever. That would be sad because yours are ugly. Brother Ben’s are cool, though. If you want cool tattoos, you should ask Brother Ben to take you. He said not to tell Mommy or Daddy, but he’s going to take me and Cousin Calum to get one when we turn 18. I’m going to get it on my back because Mommy can’t see it on my back. Cousin Calum wants it on his forehead. Cousin Courtney isn’t going to like that.” “No,” Harriet giggled, “I don’t suspect she will.” “Do you know Cousin Courtney too?” She nodded, the sad look on her face again. “I knew her very well too.” “You knew everyone. Were you a member of the pack? Before you got punished? Did Daddy punish you? H

she challenged. I raised my eyebrow at her. Putting the pizza box down, I took off my jacket and showed her my left arm. "You got a new tattoo?" she gasped. Nodding my head, I peeled the bandage off slowly and showed it to her. “ K a r a ” Those four letters were forever inked on me now. The size wasn't too big and it was surrounded by a bunch of other tattoos I already had, so people won't really notice them unless they were looking for them.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

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.”

She reached out for Victor, finding him already awake and watching her. “Another nightmare?” he asked gently, brushing her hair away from her face. She nodded, tears flooding up in her eyes. “I can’t stop hearing his voice. This isn’t the end. What if he comes back, Victor? What if he hurts Ava?” Victor’s jaw tightens. “He won’t get near you or Ava again,” he promised. “I’ll make sure of it.” Across town, in a dark motel room, Leo sat on the edge of a worn bed, his side bandaged poorly from the gunshot wound. The pain was sharp, but it only fueled his obsession.

He could see the scars on her thighs and the ugly scar that marred her left knee. Lolita turned to the side, showing her profile. The first thing that caught his eye was the tattoo on her arm. He was immediately transported to the hospital, where there had been a bandage on her arm. Hayden had known she was seriously injured, but a tattoo? And one as gnarly as that? “What…” he cleared his throat and the emotion that clogged it. “What is that?” Lolita caressed it for a moment. “It was supposed to be the Paris tower, except now it looks like shit. Jarrod drew it. It was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced.”