Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I have always wanted to have a tattoo but I just don’t know if I am ready for it.” Zion nods, “You should. It’s cool. It’s like art now but make sure you are sure about the design because it will be forever on your skin until you get old.” He points to a tattoo on his left arm, “Like this one. I regretted having this one.” I chuckle, “You can always cover it with another design.” “Yes, but this one is big so I’ll need to have a bigger design.” He answers. I glance at Diana who also had a tattoo on her wrist, “Does your tattoo have a story?” I ask her.

I could be cock deep into her right now… “Do you regret any of them?” Dylan asks as he rubs his finger on one of the tattoos on her arm. He has a smirk plastered on his face, and I am about to punch it off of him if he doesn’t keep his hands to himself. And she is liking. Of course, she is. What woman wouldn’t like to have Dylan Ashford at their feet? I keep my eyes locked on the window where I can see her reflection. Occasionally, her eyes would search mine on the mirror's reflection, and I would stare at her. She blushes and moves her gaze to meet Dylan’s, that keeps asking about her tattoos.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

He wanted to have a meeting but, looking at him after ages, it was like someone opened all the stitches of his wounds. He tilted his right hand. There was a little tattoo. The one he did in the mall when he got stabbed to save Daniel. It was JACKDANIEL written in infinity loop. In his inner wrist, just below his little finger. He wanted to show it to Daniel that day but lots of things happened. And now he was here. He wanted to erase it but he could never come up with the courage to remove the name. Keep it for love or hate. But he had it. "Dadaaaaa". He heard Evan squeaking running to him with an equally excited Nine. He picked up Evan and spun around to save him from Nine. But Nine hug him

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

He chuckles as if amused. While trying to avoid his eyes, mine fall to his chest. My mouth falls agape. I remember getting a peek of a tattoo above his t-shirt the other day. Now, it’s unobstructed and free for all to see. It’s a massive Chinese dragon tattoo, spanning from his right bicep, over his shoulder, with the head drawn over his right pec. The dragon appears to be tangled in flower vines. I look back up at him to find him watching me.

I examined his well sculptured body. He had faint scars scattered across his chest and arms. He had a tattoo starting from his neck and finishes just before the hips. It appears to be a tribal one, there were total fifteen shapes of moon, the crescent on the top and full moon at the end. The tattoo was subtle but beautiful. He quickly went inside and wore black shirt much to my dislike, he was too handsome for his own good. I was so lost in checking him out that I had not sensed when Diana stood beside me. she had changed her clothes and was holding a bag. She smiled knowingly, “Reed?”

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.