Novel & Cerita Simple Harley Quinn Tattoo

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

Then he took her wrist and led her to the table where a tattoo artist from a friendly support club waited with his kit. Hazel sat. Jax stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder as the artist worked on her hip — a small but intricate Reaper scythe intertwined with an Iron Sons logo. The pain was sharp, but she didn’t flinch. Jax’s thumb stroked her neck soothingly the entire time. When it was done, Jax helped her up and addressed the club, voice loud and final. “She sits at the table. Her voice counts. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me. She’s Iron Sons now. My old lady. End of discussion.”

" Harper... Harper..." "What is it?" Harper was fascinated by the tattoo on Tang's arm. "Don't interrupt me. Tang, this tribal design is really interesting." Levan gave up on subtlety. He pulled her hand away from Tang's impressive bicep. "Stop feeling up his arm and look over there!" Harper followed her brother's pointing finger and her eyes widened in shock. She cursed under her breath, "That bastard Alpha Xavier is bullying Cecilia again!" She grabbed a fork, hiding it behind her back as she stood to intervene.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

“I just thought of something. I should go over to Chadwick’s and have him draw a really awesome picture on my cast.” Chadwick is a friend of Harlow’s boyfriend. He’s a tattoo artist who happened to give Juliet her first and only tattoo, because she’s a crybaby. “That’s all…that’s what was so important that happened to scare the crap out of me?” I bicker. “Uh…yeah.”

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

Harry answers while turning his motorbike back to where we passed by. He finally parked his motorbike right outside the tattoo parlour shop called INKED and I have never been sure in my entire life for getting a tattoo. Before, I never really wanted to have one because I don’t like the thought of having tattoos on me and I am a little bit scared of needles. But now, I am so sure to get a tattoo and it’s the only way to help us remember of each other, by getting inked of something that can easily make me remember him.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.