Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

I say hopeful at the part that were narrowing down suspects. "Exactly. Now if you look at the second segment the only noticeable thing on this guy are the black gloves and the tattoo of a sword on his forearm poking out from underneath the gloves." I can't believe he was able to notice the tattoo on his arm, because neither I or Adair were able to. "I cross matched the gloves with glove companies and only the company Rebel sells them, well used to sell them." He clarifies. "Rebel?" I ask never hearing this name before.

he asked, making me toss my head. “I’m from the Red Moon pack. I got rejected by my mate because I'm blind. I don't know what exactly I had done to him! He says the blind are useless and weak,” I let out. I almost flinched when he engulfed me into a hug. I tried to back away but it felt safe. “I didn't mean to do this, please forgive me for inconveniencing you in such a way,” he apologized. “I-It fine,” I stutter from the warmth his hugs gave me. “I won't reject you,” he let out, confusing me.

he whispered close to my ear, then let out a soft chuckle that vibrated through me. I smiled lazily and murmured, “If not for my blindness, I’d be a real baddie.” His chest rumbled with laughter. “Oh, oh, oh—” he gasped playfully, “I even forgot you’re blind.” He pulled me more closer, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Since you're such a baddie, why don’t we go for a second round?” I groaned and pushed lightly at his arm, though there was no real strength in it.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

Before i could pricess what just just happened, three other motorcycles deove towards me, turning different styles before parking close to me. The lights from the accelerated motorcycles were enough to create lumination and see who were around. Four men. The first man had a blind fold on one eye and tattoos of something that looked like a snake rounded his neck. His leather jacket was buttoned open. The second man had a very prominent scar on his lip, his eyes were closed with glasses and he was shirtless, his whole chest filled with ink marks. Man number three looked less scary but the twi of his front teeth were missing and his smile was very creepy.

“I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.” With a low roar, the familiar black shadow surged around us, wrapping us tightly. That night promised to be long. The comments had their say: “I shouldn’t have come! Should I pay to watch this?” “Forever? What a supreme vow!” “This love is just too swoon-worthy!” “Is this the finale? I refuse! I need the epilogue! I want to see the little beast!” … Three years later. The Nightshade Tattoo Studio was still open, though Henry rarely handled the machines himself anymore unless I wanted a tattoo.

“Woman, what are you still doing in my house?” Williams asked through gritted teeth as he let go of his girlfriend's hand. He was pointing at her with his index finger and a frown face as though he wanted to slap Hailey. Williams has black sleek hair resembling the prevailing darkness, the thunderous coarse voice of his displayed chilling nonchalant nature. His silvery eyes, which glanced at people like a dagger, with a soul-eating stare that each time it pierced the air.