City Tattoo Sleeve Novels & Stories

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

He lapped it all up greedily, not stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive, begging him to ease up. Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with triumph. "That's just the appetizer, pet. Now, for the main course." He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of his sculpted torso. My breath caught—his chest was a masterpiece, rippling muscles dusted with dark hair, but what stole my focus were the tattoos. A intricate sleeve on his right arm, swirling patterns of thorns and flames that spoke of pain and passion, wrapping around his bicep like a warning. Another on his left pec—a snarling wolf, fierce and untamed, symbolizing the beast within. And

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new

The buttons on her shirt scattered, revealing her left chest, where a vividly detailed red tiger tattoo sprawled upward, with the tiger’s tail extending close to her collarbone. “What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!” The female officer shouted in shock and fury, instinctively covering her chest with one hand while reaching for her weapon with the other. “You smoke, drink, and have tattoos. You’re a model officer.” Kaze commented with a smirk, “No offense to those with tattoos, but I haven’t heard of anyone in public service sporting one like that.” “If I’m not mistaken, both of you are members of the Steelclaw Guild, right?

“No.” The single word landed like a slap. He shrugged off his coat, tossing it carelessly over a leather chair, then rolled up his sleeves with unhurried precision. Intricate tattoos crawled over his muscular forearms—thorned roses, blades, elegant Latin script. Mafia ink. I’d watched enough documentaries to recognize the warning signs.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

She couldn't deny it--Mark was now asserting his dominance over her, and she was loving it. Mark sensed his plan was headed toward a successful end. He continued to smoke the cigar as he rolled up his right shirt sleeve, revealing the tattoo he had inked on his arm two days earlier. It was the word "DADDY" with a smoldering cigar underneath it. Mark thought he'd lost his mind when he had this permanent display put on his body. Now that he believed he was going to get what he wanted so desperately, he felt like a genius.