Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”

The white shirt on his upper body was slightly wet, his flushed face perfectly matched his faded jeans. "Dylan Guan, she is Moon." Benson was going to introduce his brother while his brother next to him forestalled him. Dylan’s ears were turning to red as speaking, and his deep black hair was cut close on the sides and curled on the top. He wore a red T-shirt and frosted jeans, highlighting his slender. His eyebrows wrinkled tightly from time to time, forming like a question mark.

"The artwork at the tattoo parlor is yours, isn't it?" I shove my hands in my pockets. "It is," I confessed. "You want to know a secret?" I asked, giving her lips a quick peck. "Sure," She said, wiping away her lip gloss. I lean in close so only she can hear. "So is the tattoo parlor. I own Bad Dawg Tats, all four of them. Danny? He's a werewolf, too. I draw them, and he makes them come to life." Her mouth dropped open.