Novel & Cerita There Is No Tomorrow Tattoo

Dangerous. “Tomorrow.”

Be careful around him, because before you know it, he'll consume you, and you'll be too far gone to save. I take a step back. Jonas was being truthful when he said Kayden was skilled in manipulation. There was a lot of intelligence behind his warm blue eyes. But I know something that Jonas didn't know about Kayden. He's expired, and it is a proven fact. He couldn't tattoo that mark on his neck. It was complicated and forbidden. If you look closely, you can always tell the difference between a tattoo and an imprint. I've examined his mark. It's real. He's very much expired like I was.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

I giggle. “They’re going to see tomorrow anyway.” I say, biting into a sandwich. “And this is delicious by the way!” Blake looks at my neck with tender eyes. I sense a change in his emotions when he keeps looking. “Babe? What is it?” I ask, and he points to my neck. “Your mark. It’s a tattoo. What the hell.” I furrow my brows. “Is it now supposed to be?” He shakes his head. “No. A mark - like a birthmark perhaps or a point where your mate's scent mixes with yours. We haven’t had tattoo marks since the old Alpha families died out.” I look at his neck.

The moment they decided to send me away from the pack because of Arlene was the moment they lost me forever. That night, Adriana Nox died and would never resurrect again. I took a deep breath and wiped the tears about to drop out of my eyes and increased my pace, pushing roughly through people without apologizing. Just when I was about to step away from the sidewalk and enter an alley that would swallow me up forever, a bike sped past me, and my feet froze. I swung my head back, and the tattoo on the neck of the rider caught my eye. My eyes widened, and a gasp escaped my lips when the tattoo clicked in my mind. It was the mark!

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

C. Thus far, we'd turned an eight-hour drive into three days with zero desire to hurry along. "Anyone down for The Tattoo Museum in Baltimore tomorrow?" We all sat in the hotel room on our iPads searching for places to stop the following day. "They do tattoos and piercings."

His body was aflame and his hardness was going really rigid when his phone chirped. Lan reluctantly paused and pulled out of the kisses. Fiona's cheeks blushed as she felt shy at her sudden vulnerability in Lan's arms. Lan answered his phone and when he hung up, he said “Jeniva Manor has become a blacklisted artist in the Starlight entertainment industry. Meanwhile, investigation is ongoing on the cause of death of Scorpion's men . I have this strong intuition that they were poisoned and the mastermind behind this act cannot be far from that cousin of yours” he informed.