Novel & Cerita Undertaker Sara Tattoo

"It's hard to tell. But he has a new host now. He'll strike once again. After all, he is after Joonjae. He will come for him soon." "Is there any way to find out who the person is?" Chaerin asked. Undertaker looked hard into the ball, searching for clues. "There is some sort of mark on the person's back," he said, peering into the ball. "A tattoo, maybe. Looks like a maple leaf." "A maple leaf?" Chaerin frowned. "Yes," Undertaker said. "It's on his back. I may be mistaken but that's what it looks like." "I can't go around stripping every guy in town to search for a tattoo!" Chaerin rolled her eyes. "But it's a start. If he is after Joonjae, he will approach us on his own."

"Which reminds me." Mark sat bolt upright as Sarah pulled her dress up over her hips, immediately showing him her lack of underwear, but more importantly the tattoo she had right above her pussy. Taken on it's own it would be horrific, but given the sheer volume of tattoos Sarah had it became part of the whole, and fit. It was a piece of scroll work that read 'Give it to me, baby'. "Nice ink," He chuckled. "Make sure you comment on it if Henry asks you about us," She suggested. "That way he knows you've seen me naked."

A low cry erupted from my lungs. The ringing of my phone vibrated from somewhere close by, and I looked up, seeing the reflection of its bright screen on the nightstand beside the bed. Bettany's name lit up the screen. I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, making the nightgown shift higher this time, riding farther up my thigh. My eyes widened, and my legs went numb. A tattoo I had never seen before sat boldly on my left thigh, written like a claim: Xavier's Little Cub.

I paused, recollecting his words. He offered me a partnership, Kira. But it wasn't a business deal. He has that same tattoo on his wrist: a single, broken wing. But his was slightly colored and bigger than those hunters from the alley. The aura he has... it’s not someone who just works for a group. It feels like he owns it. He’s the head of that hunter group.” I concluded. The truck swerved slightly as Marcus’s grip tightened but he didn't say anything. Silas, squeezed in the back, leaned forward. "Did he speak about Susan? Does she work for him?” Is she one of those people who hunts others down?”

He seemed to be wide awake too, judging by the way he breathed. I pulled away and propped myself on my elbow, trailing my hand up his stomach and over his hard chest. I looked down at his tattoos, studying the dark imagery he wore across his skin, a scythe from the undertaker, a phrase in Latin, the Roman numeral for five, all kinds of stuff that made sense to him and no one else. He watched me stare at him, moving his hand up to brush my hair out of my face. “You’d look hot with ink.”

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

“But nothing else. No names. Just ‘he won’t like this,’ or ‘wait till the boss hears about this.’” The senior investigator leaned forward. “Anything distinct about them? Skin color? Scars? “One of them had a tattoo. Around his neck.” She motioned vaguely. “It was… symbolic. I only caught a glimpse, they were all covered up.” The investigator exchanged looks with his partner, then exhaled. “That’s enough. You’ve given us plenty of information.” She sighed, but not in relief, because—Mia was still unconscious. ************************* Upstairs, in Zac’s bedroom, the only sound was the steady beep… beep… beep of the monitor. The slow, rhythmic reminder that she was still alive.

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.”

“F*ck, I’m the indomitable Dax Sanders, who would have expected that I would die such a pitiful death.” “Waa…” The nearby Sara Carter started sobbing upon hearing that as her tears kept falling. “I don’t want to die. I cannot die yet…” She was not afraid of death but was only extremely reluctant to die. Her father had died tragically while her mother was kidnapped to Westrington. She had yet to seek revenge for them, hence she could not die just like that. Jewel who was beside her quickly gently comforted her, “Miss Sara, don’t cry. We’ll be fine. Mister will come and save us.”

"One of them. I must agree with Liu's fear when he first saw Denis." North laughed, remembering the moment at the fish market. "You're right. Liu was quite frightened. Denis has a lot of tattoos. Isn't it for a certain part to receive pain?" "I don't know the reason for decorating the whole body with tattoos." "Aren't you curious, Marra?" "No, I'm not. Stop talking about it." *** Jose appeared at Racher Art, and he frowned when he saw Bianca's car still parked across the street. "That woman is still here? She managed to stay the night?"