Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

This earned him a look of shock and disgrace from his dad. “If they get into trouble, then I’ll have to also.” Danny stood and took off his shirt to show that tattooed marking that only those bonded as mates achieved when the complete rite was done fully. “Alex has the same marking too.” He put his shirt back on and went to stand behind the chair that she was seated on.

she explains. “Who’s that guy?” I demand. “He’s the one who tattooed me,” she answers with a low tone. “What his fucking name?” She almost startles on my lap, eyes wide. “Kyland Wright.” My eyes widen. “That fucking Kyland Wright?” “Do you know him?” she asks. “I’m sorry, I shouted.” I lower my voice a little bit. “He’s the one who tattooed me, Trinity, and he’s the bartender at the Night Stalker,” I say calmly.

She was trying to barter with Dante to remove his shirt so that she could see his yummy tattoos. My mother and I shared a laugh before I went to Dante’s rescue. My mate was holding his own against my horny grandmother. His glee floated down the bond, and I could see how much he truly liked her. She could be overwhelming to some, but he just embraced it. “I designed Ziyah’s tattoo. I can definitely do one for you too if you’d like. But you’ve got to either make it creative or give me free reign to design it on my own,” Dante said, flashing his signature smirk.