Captain Levi Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were part of the Marvel club as I used to joke with them, they were crazy but they were incredible people, Kevin my best friend, personal tattoo artist and teacher on the subject, had commented that if he managed to get the job he would tattoo the company logo for me, but I would have to do it and that would be the first tattoo my best friend would ever let me do. It was a very nice night we laughed, we messed with each other, we drank wine and ate until we burst, and when they were about to leave, Kevin told me that he wanted to get something marine tattooed in honor of his grandfather, who had been a fisherman, the comment of the Marine tattoo reminded me of the majestic, exquisite an

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? "Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink. "The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.

The time he had with her were the best of hisnlife and he wasn't ready to lose it. He wanted a tattoo done with peace's name written on his body before he took the operation. So he'd have a reminder of Emma on him after the operation. "'Sir, I'm available anytime you want me to." The voice said from the phone. "I want you over first thing tomorrow. Can you do that?". "Yes Sir." "Good, I'Il be expecting you tomorrow." "Alright." The voice said from the phone and Levi immediately disconnected the call as he already heard what he wanted to hear.

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

I’d maybe said some things over the years about how much he sucked and how he was probably the reason their team played like shit. He probably heard me say those things even.. But he was the adult here. Couldn’t he be less petty about it? “Hunter, as you know,” he continued. “This is the captain of the Raven Hill hockey team, Tristan Reeves.” Yeah. I knew. “The history between you two needs to be put behind you both now. As he’s your captain, you’re going to respect him.” Respect? I couldn’t even hold back the laugh that left me. But Coach clearly didn’t share in my humor because his gaze sharpened. “Whatever nonsense you were allowed to get away with on your old team doesn’t fly here, got i

Declaring his sole loyalty to the Ricci Don. Every man under our rule has a tattoo of this kind or something else. It represents different things. Like his, which represents loyalty to Ricci. "Loyalty or death!" He places a hand over his chest, acknowledging the outlawed mafia code. "Loyalty or death!" I repeat in a more powerful tone, signifying my position as Capo. My eyes flicker back to the scene, and I feel anger pouring like acid into my bones. Hence,I inquire, "Is this Sergei's doing?"

I whispered as I placed my hand on the door handle to get out of the SUV. Seth let out a jealous growl as he hurried to get out of the SUV and make his way over to me. I couldn't help but smile as he possessively held my hand, as if he thought the dragon deity would take me as his own. The man we assumed to be Leviathan was tall and lean. He was wearing dark blue business slacks, a white short-sleeved button-down shirt, and a dark blue vest. It was obvious that his muscles were well-defined. His brown hair was slicked back, he had an anchor cut goatee that was well-groomed, and his aqua-blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. What stood out the most was the tattoos that he had on both arms, and

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.