Chrysanthemum Tattoo Men 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.

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

“Do you remember when I said the bloodied crown Anita sent reminded me of something?” He nods. “The crystals it had, Elder Huncho has the tattoo of the same crystals on his neck. I remember seeing it on a rare occasion.”

Cassia said out loud. Her voice echoed in the empty cathedral. There were tall pillars that stretched upwards and candles burned in row, dropping was on the floor. There was no one else there except her. Cassia flirted with the idea of taking off the headset since it was getting a little too creepy. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” A male figure stepped out as if he'd materialized from thin air. He was also wearing a mask. He was tall, and barechested with tattoos running up his arm. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Instinctively, she stepped back.

And right now, whoever dared to disturb me certainly want to die. I saw a handsome man with a strong dangerous aura was smiling at me. His strong perfume was blocking my nostrils. Crap, How did I not notice him nor did I feel his strong garden like perfume?! Am I getting stupider day by day?! As far as could be seen in his body, it was full of tattoos and his left nose was Pierced with a golden nose ring on it. Even his brows were tattoed. Who tattoed their brows?! Crazy obsessive tattoo freak.

Once again she trails a hand on his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo, it's now that her eyes find something different with the tattoo, there is a letter 'S' tattoed in a calligraphical manner instead of the original stem, you wouldn't realise its a letter instead of the actual stem of the flower since whoever tattoed this had made a damn good job of concealing it from wandering eyes. She trails the letter, wondering its meaning. Did the S stand for her name?. Shevimmediately squashes that thought from her mind, let's not get that ahead of ourselves here. Damien watched as Serenity trailed a finger over his rose tattoo, her hand drew a 'S' like pattern where the stem was supposed to b

He even squeezed a bit of humor in the tense ambiance and then the large scorpion's tattoo on his back. The man toyed with the hearts of everyone who believed and gambled that he was Alpha Finlay, by choosing to hesitate when he was asked to remove his shirt. She had her heart in her throat during that very moment, until he took his shirt off and showed them the tattoo, red-inked to perfection.

He turns to the bartender who came over as soon as he saw us "Get her some girly shit. Light. I'll take whiskey on the rocks" "Hey" "You're not getting drunk on my watch" I'm about to protest when he shows me the tattoo between his index and middle finger. He's trying to distract me but I'll fall for it because I'm curious "It's our tattoo. Only high-ranking members get it. Your father, Angelo, us, and a few guys have it"

"Affirmative." A man in dark blue wash jeans, a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirts and black boots, walked up to the car and yanked the door open to see a woman hanging upsidedown, unconscious. His brown hair was cut short, showing of the red rose tattoos on the side of his neck. Though what really caught the eyes of everyone else that day was the death symbol tattooed on the back of his head. A skull and two bones forming a cross with fire burning through them.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.