Dantes Inferno Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

At that moment, a loud sound was heard. Flynn had stopped moving forward and after a brief moment, Jane saw Flynn’s legs go weak as he slowly started kneeling. As Flynn’s body lowered, Dante’s fist was revealed. Everything was now a blur before Flynn, and he could already feel blood flowing out of his mouth. He was in utter disbelief. Despite that, he mustered up all his strength to grab Dante by the collar. His action caused Dante’s shirt button to open, and it revealed a tattooed word on his chest. ‘Dragon.’

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

A shiver ran down her spine—not from the cool air but from the truth settling deep in her bones. Could she kill Antonio and still walk away from Dante unscathed? Would Dante let her? Would she even want to walk away? Before she could spiral further into dangerous thoughts, the bedroom door opened. Dante stood there, his hair damp from the shower, wearing only dark sweats, his torso bare, covered in scars and tattoos that marked his brutal past. His eyes locked onto her, narrowing slightly. “Thinking of running?” She forced a smirk. “You really think I’d be that stupid?”

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Still, I knew I had to break free from my boring routine and go on a date with a handsome Italian doctor. I pushed myself out of bed and walked to my wardrobe. My fingers brushed through my dresses before I finally picked a sexy red sweetheart dress. I loved the way it sparkled slightly and hugged my curves. I slipped it on and paired it with a set of black heels. I didn’t wear anything underneath the gown. Tonight, I wanted to taste the cum of an Italian doctor. My phone buzzed suddenly. I reached for it and unlocked the screen. A message from Marcello popped up.

Dante wanted to believe her, but he chose not to – this way he would be able to get over her death quicker. “Don’t you remember what they did you our parents?” Dante spoke as he stood in the middle of his room. His one eye covers with a patch, while a deep scar runs from his right cheek to the corner of his lips. Another deep scar ran at the side of his head. He is wearing a plain white button-up shirt and black pants. His hair is gelled back neatly. Dante and Mateo share the same eye color – they got it from their mother. They both are tall, but Mateo is slightly taller than his elder brother.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

Except for his newly-found family. Elena was done having to shower and she took the elevator downstairs where she met Dante walking in looking all hot and sexy. He was dressed in a black T-shirt that had its hand curled up to the arm area revealing the beautiful tattoo on his arm, he had three buttons down, revealing his ripped muscle and the beautiful tattoo that rested there.

“What?” He steps forward slowly. “You think you’re the only one cursed by prophecy, Reya? The prophecy wasn’t just about your twins. It was about awakening something buried in the bloodlines.” “Awakening what?” Dante’s mouth twists. “A god. A beast. I don’t know. But I heard its voice the moment I tried to claim you. It screamed through my skull.” He lifts his shirt, revealing a blackened spiral carved into his skin. It pulses like it’s alive.