Dantes Inferno Tattoo Novels & Stories

He led us toward a private dressing room, the place smelled of expensive perfume and leather. Dante entered the dressing room first, and I waited for Laurent to hand me the first aid kit. As soon as I stepped inside, the breath left my lungs. Dante had taken off his shirt, with his back to me. His back…not to exaggerate…was beautiful, with toned muscles and ink. He had a roaring tiger with its fangs bared tattooed across his entire back. I knew the Tiger Fang gang was known for having tiger tattoos somewhere on their bodies, but this…it was his whole back and it looked so damn good.

Of course it did. Dove was right. "Dove was right, Dove was right, Dove was right," the thought looped through me. Maybe I deserved this for being stupid enough to end up here. Through my agony, I could still see the other side of the separate room romantically set up. My jaws dropped to the floor when it opened and she walked in playfully dragging someone. I don't know what I expected. Some stranger, maybe. Standing in full flesh and blood was Dante with his shirt was open and untucked, hanging off his shoulders, the tattoo of my face and name clearly visible across his chest, a bottle of wine in his hand. He was smiling as Risa seductive ran her hands all over him.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

* Fiorella* The tattoos filled her hands and parts of her face. Others snuck up her neck begging me to look closer. The Reincarnated Devil screams. It sprang from the snake itself. "Lorenzo, ! Surprise! The boys and I have a little gift for you from one of the casinos, "Santino smiles as he pushes me to the ground and my knees pounding painfully on the floor. I bite my lip in an attempt to keep quiet and I know you want me to look weak and fragile in front of Lorenzo. Despite my pain I keep my face emotionless looking around me.

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

How can she let me suffer all these years when destroying our enemy was so easy? I catch a glimpse of Luna Nala with the corner of my eye, falling on her knees and holding her chest. I don’t know much about these things but that’s probably the pain of their bond ending. I can’t say I am sorry though. She will be fine and I hope she will get a decent second chance mate. Charred flesh smell fill the air. A smell that seem to fuel my vengeful wolf. Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur.

Black smoke poured out, a choking shroud that blotted the stars. As the convoy reformed, Dante paused at the gates, scrawling a message on the twisted metal with spray paint: "24 HOURS. RELEASE ALESSIA UNHARMED, OR I COME FOR YOUR FAMILY. - DANTE MORETTI." It was a gauntlet thrown, a line drawn in blood and fire. Let Alexei's survivors whisper it back to him, let the fear seep in.

Especially when his cock was leaking. "I won't let you off, Matthias. Fuck. You." He tried not to flee like a coward. Matthias was fooling with him, trying to seduce him or whatever it was. He was trying to trap him. Dante turned and strode off. When he reached his room, he closed the door and leaned against it, his heart thumping in his chest. He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened when he saw a mark on his neck and shoulder. A hickey.