Romans & histoires Divergent Tobias Tattoo

my dad says as thomas sits on the other side of ren. “How far did he get before we arrived?” he says with a fake smile. “That you wanted to maybe join our pack” The man just nods. “So tell me a little bit about yourself,” my father says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well im from a pack up north we were overrun by rogues most or all of my pack are dead or missing the ones that i escaped with i'm not sure what happened to them we split up, we had a plan to meet here at this pack…my name is tobias” he says sitting down in the chair a crossed from us. My nods thinking about what he has said.

Danny said from his seat and all eyes fell on him. “ Hello, you must be Clover’s brother. I’m Doe” Doe smiled and stretched her hand to him, which he shook to my surprise, “ Daniel” he said and smiled back. I raised my brow at him, “ Wow, look at you being all polite” I mocked, “ Well she’s pretty” he answered and winked at Doe. An arm circled Doe’s waist, “ And taken” Tobias said with a warning look. He had bandages running from over his left shoulder to his torso, but he was fine. Danny smiled in amusement, “ Just saying” he said.

I tell her, “ My husband and I are greatly appreciative. I was just wondering about the tattoos on these men. Do you have any idea what they mean?” “I was wondering that too,” Robin answers, “I was trying not to be obvious about staring at them. It looked to me like a half moon in a circle, with a line drawn through it. I’m so sorry, but I have no idea what it means.” As she says this, there is a gasp from somewhere in the crowd. Levi and I look at each other, and he shrugs. A male shifter with shoulder length auburn hair, who appears to be somewhere in his mid-thirties, raises his hand, and Levi beckons him forward.

Towering over me, I’m left with no choice but to look up at him as I defiantly try to keep my gaze boring into his penetrating one. Tobias’s nostrils flare when he realises that I am visually challenging him, causing his chest to rise and fall vigorously with each deep breath he consumes. He sucks on his upper teeth, gaining his cool, calm, and collected composure while taking hold of my chin between his thumb and index finger. “I don’t want to own you, spitfire. But, by the time the ink dries on our marriage certificate, I will.” His voice is hoarse and filled with a promise that has me second-guessing my decision.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

He will die along with the rest of those animals. I crept forward, being sure to stay down wind and to not make a sound. I got close enough to see the huge man through the trees but wouldn’t dare to approach any further. He was standing under some kind of garden cabana. It was painted white with vines sprouting purple flowers growing around the structure’s poles. Tobias was leaning on the railing, facing away from the overly large woman standing beside him. She was sporting tribal tattoos on her chin and both if her exposed arms. I think I am in pretty good shape, I'm strong and fit and have good stamina. But this woman, she was in a class of her own. Her biceps were bigger than Gunner’s and

I didn't think twice from responding to his kiss and it took us almost more than one minute before we separated from each other. “I love you so much, Little Wolf. You already have the mark on your neck. That mark was the same as mine.” Tobias showed me his tattoo as well that made me bite my bottom lips. My face was already blushing. Tobias suddenly touched the mark to my neck and I could feel my body reacting to it. There was like an energy which entered my body after he touched it. “After you have my mark, we are now connected to each other, Beatrice.”

It looks like someone literally asked Sydney to put on a vintage dress, sit in a velvet chair, and pose for a classical painter. The structure of her cheekbones, the slight curve of her upper lip, the intense, soulful look in her eyes—it’s an exact genetic duplicate. The only real difference is that the woman in the painting has her dark hair chopped into a short, chic bob, whereas Sydney’s cascades past her shoulders. "Staring is rude, Kingston. Or do you still prefer Newton?" Tobias’s voice echoes from behind me, making me jump slightly. I turn around, trying to smooth my features into something resembling professional composure. Tobias is leaning against a pillar, looking effortlessly imm

♡ Leila ♡ Every hair on my body stood on end. This had to be a game. A sick one. Because no one could know those details unless they were guessing. Except… he hadn’t guessed. Every word he said had been painfully, terrifyingly accurate. Still, it made no sense. If I had been with him, I would have known. He is covered in tattoos—from his left arm up to his neck. Tobias had never had a single one. That difference was impossible to miss.

Intricate knotwork and swirling patterns frame them, spidering out from the bite-sized centre of the mark, down my neck, over my collarbone and across the top of my shoulder like an elegant tattoo. It's beautiful, and it's fucking huge. I gasp as I take it in. Tobias's fingers brush reverently over my collarbone. "I have never seen such a beautiful mark," he says, sounding just as enraptured as I feel. I'd expected jealousy. Possessiveness. Instead, all I feel from him is awe. A warm surge of pride and quiet satisfaction flows down the bond, wrapping around me until I can't help but smile. Yeah, he likes it.