Block B Taeil Tattoos Novels & Stories

I notice some sort of band aid on him, my gaze drifts to it, pausing to analyze it. “It's a stab wound,” Caelum groans. “Jesus!” I gasp. Caelum laughs, maniacally laughs before shaking his head at me. “Relax, it's just a tattoo. Bee and I were hanging out and he dared me to get a tattoo.” “What does it say?” I softly inquire. He shrugs, “Probably something stupid, I didn't get to see.” “Okay,” I bite my lip. “How was work?” “Good, What's up with you?”

With every lift of his arm, I noticed a different pattern of tattoos etched into his skin. “What do they mean?” I finally asked. “Hm?” “The tattoos on your arm,” I clarified softly. “You have a lot of them.” He shifted, sitting up slightly and taking me with him until I was straddling his lap, the sheets the only thing separating us. He pointed to a heart inked solid black, names etched into it. “For my brother and my father.” Then his finger moved lower, to two names framed by flames. “Aurora and Sophia.”

the last one says. The last brother to meet seems very soft and mellow, following his namesake perfectly. His most prominent feature that I notice immediately is because of his shirt sleeves not existing. All up his arms are swirling tattoos. Despite them, and the shadowy designs they present, he still seems very soft and gentle. His eyes are like molten honey, and his swept back hair is a beautiful woodland brown. I rub the back of my neck. “These are a lot of names to remember.” “We don’t expect you to remember them all now,” Tai says, raising his eyebrow at me as if it’s foolish to think I should. “We just hope you get along well with us.”

He stood tense, his dark eyes burned with something close to fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “He’s made a pact,” Khalid said, his voice tight, barely contained. “His tattoos are enchanted. They make him immune to telepathic interrogation. And while he feels the pain, he’s holding out. Whoever gave him those sigils knew exactly what they were doing.” My gaze scanned Benton’s body, lingering on the dark, intricate tattoos that stretched across his arms and chest. Runes were woven into his flesh like armor, glowing faintly under the dim light. A witch? A demon? The fucker had sold himself for an advantage.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

He said eyeing Fiona beside me, I gritted my teeth in annoyance "Becca?" Fiona said "Yes, Becca. Hi, I'm Tyler, Becca's brother, and Caden's tattoo artist" the fucker said to Fiona "So you're the one that drew all those beautiful art on his body?" She smiled, I frowned, She didn't even act like She heard Becca's name again "Yes, I drew it all, and It's strange you've seen it, Manchester doesn't allow anyone to see his tattoo, not even Becca" Tyler said

“Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.” “A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?” “Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?” “Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said. “I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”

Kalil was one strong one. *** Daeira happily ran to the warm sands in the beach of Bora Bora after they had placed their little bags inside the nipa-hut. Wearing a short bikini, Daeira twirled around under the sun ignoring the stares she got among the other tourists in there while GD lazily followed behind her. Some actually thought he was a mafia when his naked upper body was filled with unknown tattoos just like his two body guards who settled in a distance who had tattoos of different style. More like a warrior graffiti.

Tyler will be mine, one way or another. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

As the leader and artist responsible for Zacharias, he felt excessively nervous. “Yeah, I did.” “It was so simple that I didn't think it was your work, man!” “Zach said that he will add more details after he publicizes his marriage.” Taylor hummed. “Okay, tomorrow we will post a clarification statement. Do you have temporary tattoos that you can use?” "Yeah, I have a temporary ink. Why?” “Use that on your member's left ring finger as well. We will use this opportunity to slowly spoil your comeback. Can you think of a design?” asked Taylor.