Billionaires With Tattoos Novels & Stories

The sleeve of his T-shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing part of the intricate tattoo that wrapped around his muscular arm. I had noticed his tattoos the day we met. Truthfully...I had been trying very hard not to notice them ever since. There was something undeniably attractive about the contrast they created. A billionaire who sat comfortably in boardrooms and negotiated multimillion-dollar deals, yet wore enough ink to make him look like the lead singer of a rock band. I had always found tattoos beautiful. I never imagined I'd find myself admiring them on my... husband. The word still felt foreign inside my head.

Aria’s POV By the time Elias was eight months old, Bennett Interiors had a waitlist twelve names deep. Then the money arrived. A single wire. No note. Four hundred thousand dollars, routed through something called Meridian Holdings Group, memo line reading Series Seed — Bennett Interiors, like I'd asked for a Series Seed, like anyone in my life had that kind of money sitting around waiting for a reason to move. My accountant called the bank. The bank confirmed the funds were clean, cleared, mine.

Voilette agrees as she lays out her own fair demands. “Aw, she’s cute thinking we don’t already have tattoos.” I comment and Anthony chuckles. I have ink on my back and I’m sure Anthony has ink somewhere himself. It’s kind of a standard thing for mafia and outlaw bikers to have tattoos. I guess the movies do sometimes get things right.

--- Sterling Inc Headquarters: CEO’s Office Lowe sat in the shadows of his office, the only light spilling in from the cityscape outside. His fingers traced the edge of a small red box on his desk, the diamond ring inside reflecting the cold light. It was a symbol of a past he wanted to erase, a reminder of a time when things had been different, before everything had fallen apart. His sharp profile, silhouetted in the dim light, was devoid of warmth. Mark, his assistant, stood nervously before him. “Sir,” he said hesitantly, “there’s a message from the prison... Miss Mila wants to see you.”

And her eyes followed him till he went in a void in the dark 'Are we close? 'Juts a few minutes, ma'. 'Finally, that had reached the gate of the college, and his close friend, Jasmine stood beside patiently waiting his close friend, Jasmine stood beside patiently waiting for her. He lit up a cigarette and headed towards her. He smelled of liquor and it hung heavily in the air. He had unbuttoned his shirt and his bare chest and had tattoo all over his left hand, which gleamed into the night. His saggy trousers covered his feet and dragged eagerly on the ground.

"Because I didn’t tell her that I was coming yesterday. Even she beat me, Hasan ح؞ؖ...." Hearing this, I broke into laughing ؂... "Hey, don't laugh at me. Don’t you feel sad for me…ء??” "Jubayer, to the world, you are an arrogant and heartless billionaire but in front of my sister, you are still a fearing man. I wonder what if people come to know that the famous billionaire, Mr. Jubayer Ahmed fears of his wife…!! What will happen then, my brother in law ؜???”

, he explained. " That's just insane. If he has a hand in his father's condition, which I'm most certain he does, then I can suspect that his father opposed him", I said. " And that's not all", John said, " at the factory yesterday, I saw about six men who guarded the factory. One of them had a dragon seal tattoo", he said. " Wait, isn't that the symbol of the Purple Mafia?", I asked. " Exactly! I think Tristan's now working with the Purple Mafia", he said, " that's the volatile combination I've ever seen", he said.

The man lying in bed—the one with the muscled, glorious body draped in elegant tattoos—the one with the cocky, pulse-quickening smile, the piercing blue eyes, and the hot, panty-meltingly filthy mouth—wasn’t a stranger at all. The man in the mattress was the famous billionaire playboy. The most tabloid-infamous rich bad boy in the elite world. The sort of man her grandmother warned her about. The kind she doesn't want to wake up naked next to. The wicked billionaire with a bad stature as massive as his dick. The one who allegedly owned a legion of bodyguards and was rumoured to have his own brotherhood of gigantic, ex-military, strong and beautiful men and women in entire Europe. The man lyi

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

"You've got tattoos all over your body, some of them bizarre, but you thought I'd turn you down because of your leg?" Pain, hurt, anger and passion exploded inside Patrick like a Fourth of July. Something had to come out or he could just have an epiphany and pass out right then and there. “I'm not covered in tattoos because I was a bad boy in high school. I'm covered in tattoos because half my body was burned in an arson. Elena put her hand to her mouth, but it didn't stop a surprised gasp from coming out of her. “And I'm not ashamed of being amputated. I'm not prejudiced and frankly I don't care if other people are. I don't like my leg because I wasn't supposed to be like this.