Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Man Power Tattoo

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

His rugged good looks and teenage bad attitude aren’t the only things he inherited from his dad- the kid overtook me in height by the time he was twelve. Seb turns on a heel, hopping onto the sidewalk and hustling down it as I shake my head, my gaze returning to Chase. Even though we’re older now, the man is still sexy as hell, the broad muscles of his chest stretching the tight black t-shirt he’s wearing. Colorful ink crawls down his arms, because just like me, he’s addicted to the bite of the tattoo needle. The Tinkerbell tat is now buried among the other artwork on his forearm, but upon closer inspection of his ink, it’d be easy to see how many of them he got in honor of me. Sentimental b

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

But he was still anticipating seeing what would be his next move. Carson just placed his hand right over the blanket covering his hard rock dick. He had his one leg was stretched straight and other was bent inside... He was looking no less than a sexy model. Displaying his tattoos. Only Carson among the three had tattoos on his body. His arm had a black band; his right leg had an ANCHOR right above his ankle and not to forget the DEVIL TRYING TO CATCH HIS NIPPLE. Well it was a devil printed on his chest above his left nipple extending his hand as in to grab his nipple.

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

The man looks at me first before speaking. “I-I don’t know—” Even before he could finish, Cassandra grabbed his collar. “I don’t accept that kind of answer. Tell me you don’t know one more time, I’ll get you arrested for being the culprit.” It’s my first-time seeing Cassandra like this. She is a scary and feisty woman. I can see anger in her eyes. I was about to stop Cassandra but I noticed something on the man’s collar bone. I told Cassandra to let go and I ripped the man’s shirt. He has a tattoo, not just a simple one but it’s the logo we saw on those letters.

When the dust around there started to fade, It appears that the messy-haired one was able to withstand a large fist that attacked him with the tip of the sickle's handle. The weapon he wielded was filled with such terrifying energy that it radiated out into a forest green color, which is undoubtedly the power of Lost Wisdom. In a moment, blood oozed from the thin slash around the giant man's neck, forming a red loop. But all of that wasn't what the covertly observed girl was most interested in. The recent heavy impact blew the hair that obscured the face of the man holding the sickle, revealing a tattoo that resembled a donkey pattern on Undre's hand. …Donkey?!...

A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it. I had seen that tattoo a few times when Jax came home with a file of warriors, they looked so fierce and powerful and had the exact drawing of the tattoo on her neck, arms or anywhere visible. Does that mean, this man…? I gasped, raising my hand to my lips as I swallowed the fear that constricted my throat as the room suddenly filled with an aura, a powerful, deadly aura that could only radiate off someone very powerful. And it was coming from him?