Novel & Cerita Akatsuki Tattoo

He moved his hand to touch his breastbone beneath the muscular chest, caressing the exotic tattoo of the sakura flowers that intertwined and wrapped themselves around the word Snow that only he could read and understand. Mindlessly, he gazed at the tattoo he’d gotten nine months ago. It was a symbol of Sakura, of his Snow. He wanted to imprint her within his heart always and forever. Hence, every time he stared at the tattoo, he’d see her within his mind’s eye, and his heart would ache for her, for her love, for her warmth, for her kiss, for them to be together.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

“You must mean those two men. Mr. Smith and that other fellow. I’m not saying this is any of my business, but you don’t have to date anyone you don’t want to. If you want to just focus on your family business then that’s what you should do. Men are simple creatures. They’re like crows. If they see something shiny, they want it.” “You’re a man too you know.” “I am, and I apologize for my candor.” “No, it was nice. I’m sure if my brother had grown into an adult, he would be similar to you. But not have a sister complex or something?” Sam looked at her through the rearview mirror with his eyebrows arched. “Sorry, something I picked up from my otaku days.” “Once an otaku always an otaku.” He lif

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”