Billionaires With Tattoos Novels & Stories

It was a thought in him that it was a heavy work to run a billion-dollar empire and maintaining his reputation and name on the pedestal that no one can ever match him in every angle. Extending his left arm as he wears his white long sleeves polo and then on the other side. His physique was damn maintained that made his toy drool over him. His protruding eight packs of abs. The tattoos of him that Keatton loved to lick and trace with his tongue every time their body become one every time he plugs in his nuts inside the poor boy’s ass.

A low, open back revealed smooth skin, and the neckline dipped just enough to command attention without begging for it. Her hair was swept up in a loose, romantic bun, and diamond studs sparkled at her ears—courtesy of Rafael, who had “accidentally” sent a Cartier box to her apartment that morning. She’d called to protest. He answered with a dry, “You’re welcome,” and hung up. Billionaire logic: gifts are orders. The hotel was already swarming with black cars, flashing cameras, and elegant people who looked like they’d stepped off magazine covers. Lena stepped out of her cab—and every eye turned.

Reagan's clothes tossed out but his chiseled back still facing them, Gabrielle's eyes were glued to the black tattoo of a wolf that was drawn on his large back. Rumors had it then in the cities, that when a soul from the Reagan family wants to take up the title; the drawing of a wolf which symbolizes "A Reagan" would be tattooed on the man's back. It was now explicit to her that when Hidalgo wants to take up this title; the black Head of a wolf will be tattooed on his back. But what's behind this tattoo is what she doesn't know yet... Although, she once heard that the Reagan family is the most wealthiest and feared mafia syndicate in the world.

All the wealthy and popular people got their tattoos at his place and he was living the life. Until I entered the picture. With every year of grit, talent and aggressive marketing, GK Tattoos rose while Hushwolf ran on old glory. He still liked to pretend he hadn’t noticed me, even after I won all three awards he was nominated for last year and my name was on every lip in the tattoo community. Everyone that mattered wanted to get inked out by the Tattoo Master.

She herself was like Layla once she was from a poor Village in Namibia and just a chance encounter with a billionaire she is now married to him staying in a multi billion dollar property life was really something. Linda quickly brought in their snacks and walked so not to disturb them. " Here are the snacks feel free to help yourself, I just want to eat something quickly before we start our session" Melody explained to her. " No feel comfortable I do not mind at all. I heard your husband saying you also studied medicine but you never practiced would you mind sharing why." Melody laughed a little. " Giovanni is a possessive man who does not want to share with anyone, in medicine you work fo

The tattooed man took the divorce agreement Liam had signed and put it away safely. Then, he looked at his comrades beside him. "Count the money. Mr. Prescott is a successful businessman, and businessmen all like to cheat people. We don't want to be scammed." One of the comrades hastily hauled the case away and opened it. It was filled with cash. "Can a small case like this contain ten million dollars?" the shy man asked, looking a little dumb. The tattooed man looked at Liam as well.

Karina responded. "But you can....." Karina hung up , switched off her phone and dropped it. "Gosh why is he sweating so much ? " She muttered and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt the moment her eyes saw something on the right side of his chest. Her hands began trembling slightly as she opened his buttons fully, she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands after seeing what was tattooed on his chest. The name "Angel" Was tattooed on his chest, a drop of tears slipped out of Karina's eyes.

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

I rose to my feet, staring blankly at Roshan. His gaze never wavered from mine—silent and unwavering. I turned around, about to take my leave— “Here’s my card if you change your mind,” he said, tossing his business card toward me. Then he stood up and left. It was his attitude for me. Of course, he had to act like the billionaire he was. One part of me wanted to take the card, but the other stood firm on walking away. The crazy part of it all? I was carrying his child.

Those words are still engraved in William's head even now as he sits in the chief's office...in the SC PLANETS group...if they were really looking for him...he would be happy to see who this daredevil would fight and try to kill him. They don't know his identity of course, after all his name is the unknown billionaire... "Is there anything strange going on here in the last days?" William asked Adrian... hinting at the possibility that someone might be around...watching...snooping.