Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

This was one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry that I had ever received. I touched it and smiled. Then I turned around and took a second to admire the god that stood before me. Black slacks, dark gray button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up on his forearms, and the top two buttons were undone. My thumb traced over the newest tattoo that Dante did for him. It was a dedication to our boys and hope for our new little one that still had a way to go. “You look incredible, baby. I’ll always have a thing for you dressed like this,” I told him, letting my eyes savor every single inch.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

I said and she nodded. We got to Ian’s room just as Dixon came out of the room looking all handsome. I’ve never seen him in casual clothes so nothing actually prepared me for this sight. He’s wearing dark pair of jeans that seems to fit him perfectly well and a sky blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messily styled on his head looking like he ran his hands through them a million times.I can see the traces of black ink on his hands, I wonder what kind of tattoos he had. I’ve always been a sucker for tattoos, I have one on my left hip. I can’t even remember how I got it but it’s there. Jason never liked it though, he said his body is too clean to be polluted

At first, the artist was confused about why a vampire king wanted a Wolf tattoo. But Aiden being the smart person that he was, did not say anything. Instead, he blood bounded the artist to secrecy. The artist would die if another person learned of the tattoo. The only opinion Aiden wanted and cared to hear about the tattoo was Diana's. He could only imagine her reaction. Her forest green eyes would probably light up in surprise upon looking at it. As Aiden pulled his shirt down, a knock came from the door and Richard walked in. "Your Highness, they are ready for you."

president Song said while he wiped his sweaty forehead with his handkerchief. "I've finally met you Dr Chen, your grandfather was right, you looked like a fairy," he said in a low attractive voice. "I'm Dylan Wang," he stretched his arm for a handshake. Moriah reluctantly took his hand for a handshake. "Young Master Wang, I'm okay with my office," she said so that he would stop frightening the poor president. "Just call me Dylan, Moriah," he said with a rather husky note in his voice. Ethan shoved his hands in his pocket and clenched them. He wasn't new to it, it's apparent that Dylan had a thing for his wife.

“Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.” “A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?” “Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?” “Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said. “I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”

Her Name. Dylan noticed her stares on his chest and sighed heavily realizing that he got caught. Yes he made that tattoo before coming back for her but he never wanted her to know about the tattoo before her acceptance. But fate just decided to ruin his plans. He took steady but big steps towards her frozen figure. He stood in front of her with his bare chest. Her eyes were stuck on tattoo. The tattoo was looking really deep and somehow painful. He grabbed her trembling hand and gently placed it on her name.