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he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

"I'm here. Hush, baby. Just calm down." "What if I made fun of myself?" "Then we have a comedy show." She gave me a look. "Trust yourself. You love your readers. Remove these bands." I dragged down her bands from both of her arms and uncovered her scars and the tattoo. "You won't scare anyone. Just be the bookworm you are." "You mean talk about books and be boring?"

It was the ink. A dragon, winding up from his chest, the tail curling along his ribs, the head climbing over his collarbone and stretching up the length of his left arm, almost entirely sleeved in intricate black and gray tattoo work. Scales, smoke, fire—details that felt as much like armor as art. This wasn't some impulsive drunken mistake. This was deliberate, meaningful. A story etched upon his skin. His throat, too, was fully covered in inked. And then—

Cole suggested. I immediately stood up at his words. “No need. I’m not a child, and I can walk on my own.” Reluctantly, I made my way back into the mansion and headed towards our room. Cole escorted me inside. I went straight to lie down while he took the scattered books from the table that I had been reading earlier. He neatly folded the edge of his sleeve before placing the books back on the shelf. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his left forearm. It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses.

and my wolf desires to be completely irrational with his bloodline. I swallow down the sudden lump rising in my throat, taking a permanent mental snapshot of his alpha frame like this—marked warrior tattoos fully on display, holding a massive stack of explicit sex and romance books. My mind fully understands why so many urban wolves have turned his name into an absolute thirst trap on the feeds. It is far too easy. I offer a warm smile, hoping my spirit never forgets this image of him, exactly like this, with the bright valley sunlight shining beautifully through the store’s front windows, his fierce eyes watching my face softly.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

I mumbled as everything was cleaned and well-managed. "Thank you... My mom used to love reading" He smiled and went inside the room. I followed him and looked around. Alex started searching for a book and I started looking around in the library. There were all kinds of books: Fantasy, romantic, and historical, and some of them are related to our kind. "Sano" Alex called me. I went towards him and saw a book in his hand. "What is it?" I asked. "It contains information about different wolves and their pack. It also contains the mark which every wolf contains" He replied and started searching for the tattoo matching the sketch. After a while, he finally found that tattoo. He started reading abo

But it wasn't the new wound that caught her attention. “Is that…me?” She inquired about the tattoo beneath the right side of my ribs that showed the silhouette of a girl reading a book. It was a simple collection of lines without detail but we both knew without the specific attributes that it was her. Why the ribs? Because if the Bible speaks true then one was sacrificed to make her possible. “Why were you so cold to me?” She asked while staring at the other tattoos around that one, unable to connect at this moment as they were to do with her.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

he inquired me as he placed his bag onto the small desk beside me and started to take out his tattoo equipment. "I'm not sure," I answer him. I couldn't think of any unique style of tattoo I wanted. All I know was I wanted one. "Okay," Thruce answered me. "I have a small booklet you can see through and select any you want," he told me as he gave me the book. I hit away the book from his hand and it fell to the ground. "I don't want any fucking tattoo that anyone else has," I got angry at him. "I'm so sorry, alpha," he apologized as he quickly took up the book and place it into his bag.