Danganronpa Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was so intoxicated by his gaze that I couldn’t look away, and neither could he look away from me either. “Beep, beep,” the beeping of his cellphone made us break eye contact, and I heard him sigh as he reached for his phone. He picked up the call and placed the cellphone to his ear. But Something caught my attention, something that made my breath hitch in my chest. Right on his left wrist was the same unmistakable scorpion tattoo, the same tattoo that has been imprinted in my mind, the same tattoo that was on the wrist of the masked man who assassinated my family!

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.

He had a white wolf tattooed on the side of his neck. ​"Romanov," I breathed, the "Secret Genius" in me already mapping out the breach. "They didn't send an army, Dante. They sent a Ghost Team. They’re already inside the air vents." ​Dante grabbed my arm, hauling me back toward the center of the living room. He didn't look scared. He looked insulted. ​"Mine," he growled. It wasn't a mouthed word this time. It was a low, guttural vibration that rumbled from his chest.

“Grandmother despises schemers. When she finds out you’re the reason I lost my inheritance, she will make you pay. I promise you that.” “I’m the reason?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “At least I have true Moretti blood in my veins!” Dante suddenly thrashed, trying to get up. “You’re nothing! You’re just a cheap—” His words were cut short. In his violent struggle, he tore the sleeve of his hospital gown. I saw it then—a black tattoo on his forearm. The design was distinctive: a double-headed eagle with Cyrillic letters beneath it. My heart skipped a beat. That was a Bratva tattoo. The mark of the Russian mob.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

He nods. Once i get the ice pack from the kitchen, i head to my room. There i see a shirtless Dalon facing his back to the door. Damn he has a sexy back, focus Summer. I clear my thoat and walk towards him. He sees me and he allows me to put the ice pack on his back.(that rhymes :p sorry) I place the pack which he winces but later sighs. I noticed he had a tattoo on the left side of his back saying ‘hope’. They say tattoos have a secret to it. I wonder what secret is behind ‘hope’. After i was done it was time for us to get ready to goto the party. Dalon went back to his house while i started to get ready and hopefully not trip myself again.

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

"Fuck." I stared at Ronan, really looking at him for the first time. His shirt had ridden up during the fight, and there on his forearm was a tattoo I'd never noticed before. Dark ink forming symbols I recognized from a mile away. The brotherhood of Fir Tattoo. The same type Darragh had etched. The hallway tilted. My stomach lurched, and I barely made it to the nearest trash can before everything came up. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet and humiliating.