Dabi Tattoos Novels & Stories

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

Slingshotting her panties by the waistband, Abbie laughed triumphantly as they landed draped over the American flag by the whiteboard. "Oh frickin' wild -- is that a tattoo, Tabitha? I never would've figured someone like you would have a tattoo, especially not there." Katie squinted. "Is that a..." She recognized it, and fell silent, gazing at me in awe. "Now me."

well, abs. Dario teased her a bit, before stopping when Madie asked him about his tattoos. He told her the stories of loving art, and wanting to be a part of it, that's why he decided to ink his body. But he didn't tell her that the pain of the needle eased and calmed his mind from time to time.

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo

- - - - - A small red-feathered bird and a foot-size blind wolf pup—Diana did not know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. The contract ritual was a success. The golden-colored lightning bolt tattoo behind her right ear was a clear indication that it was indeed successful. Like what happened to the flame tattoo on her forehead, Diana's newly acquired symbolic tattoo was absorbed in her skin, leaving no dent in its wake as if it was never there in the first place. With the Behemoth finally asleep in her arms, the storm finally calmed down. Aside from the mess in the dungeon and the west wood, there were no more signs that an intense battle had just taken place in the sky.

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

I moaned in response to the fire Dominique touch did on my body. I couldn't bear it anymore, the fire in me was increasing. I tugged off Dominique’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. My hands roamed his broad and muscular chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before sliding lower, exploring the taut skin of his abdomen, he had one of the most perfectly smooth abs you could ever see. By the right side of his abs, he has a tattoo of a majestic dragon seated on a throne. It was a sight to behold. I Instinctively roamed my hands round it, caressing it like I was appreciating the work of art my eyes was beholding.

Dain hands ran fastly at the assassin's cloaks, ad he turned them apart revealing her round fleshy bosom, a tattoo at the top, and another at her right arms. “What the hell are you doing, Dain?" I demanded in displease. I was irked at his actions, taking off woman's cloak. “Need to check the rest of them." Dain muttered in a sluggish tone. One! Two! Then to six or seven, I watched Dain turning off their dresses. They're all women with the same tattoo signs, no tongue. Seems like their tongues were cut off! “This is a sheer wickedness” I said under my breath.