Badass Forearm Tattoo Novels & Stories

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Emmeline's fingers trembled as she pushed his off, finally exposing his muscular chest and torso to her eager gaze. Her eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his toned pectorals and defined abdominal muscles. Trailing further down, she took in the sharp V-lines that disappeared tantalizingly beneath his waistband. Her breath caught in her throat as she let her eyes roam back up, tracing the intricate tattoo designs that adorned his powerful arms. The ink swirled in mesmerizing patterns, running from his wrists up to his broad shoulders in a striking display. The artwork seemed to accentuate the curves and ridges of muscle, making his physique even more imposing.

Her bewildered gaze trailed over the dark ink stretching across his upper back, eyes filled with awe and astonishment. The intricate design pulsed with power and raw masculinity, it was meant for him. A pair of formidable wings sprawled across his shoulder blades, their sharp edges carved with precision. Between them stood an unwavering sword, a bold declaration of rebellion and his untamed spirit. As soon as she realised what she was doing, guilt pricked her and she looked away. The tattoo was hauntingly beautiful. So dark yet enchanting. She had never seen it before.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

I’d always wondered why I had brown hair and not blonde. A small smile curved my lips as I turned slightly, letting the light catch the new tattoos on my skin. One traced the edge of my collarbone, curling into an elegant design that looked like inked fire. Another danced down my forearm, bold but beautiful. I loved the way they looked,the way they made me feel,fierce,untouchable,I felt like I was in my badass mode. Like I had become the version of myself that I used to imagine but never dared to be. Matteo had done this for me.

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

He got it on his arm, right on the forearm spot she had been admiring just a few moments ago. When he was finally finished he walked over to Em to show her. He watched her face careful as she looked down on his arm. Em was shocked. She couldn’t speak .. “Quinn” she whispered. There on his right arm in the same spot as the ones on his left arm…… was another set of eyes. Whereas his other arm held his moms eyes, this arm now held hers. That’s why he needed her to come so the tattoo artist could discreetly watch her and draw her eyes. He made them look so beautiful …. And looking at it now she realized Quinn was right. Her eyes really did look like the moon.