Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

About Dylan and all the ridiculous things we'd done together over the years. The conversation shifted between heavy and light, serious and almost playful. Lorenzo told me about the first time he'd tried to cook and nearly burned down the apartment and Elijah and Noir banned him from the kitchen. I told him about the time Dylan and I had gotten matching tattoos while drunk and both regretted them by morning. "You have a tattoo?" he asked, genuine surprise in his voice. "On my hip. It's terrible. A tiny dolphin that looks more like a deformed fish." His hand moved down to my hip, his fingers tracing over my sweatpants. "Show me."

Their was to be soon put in motion, but first, Marcello paid Jasmine one last visit in her cell room a night before she could undergo torture again. But as all of those happened, Dylan was in a chair, tied, looking buttered; he looked like a red cheetah with the numerous bloody spots he had. His lips had been sealed and his eyes bound. He was in a basement and right above him was a dining room where on a buffet table was a mixed little boy; Mars, a couple of dark skin Asian children about six or so, a pale young girl who looked in her mid twenties, an Asian guy older than the girl, and a Chinese man; Mr. Li Hwang Kuayong.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Dylan replied and added, "He is locked in the dungeon. My men are watching him and waiting for my instruction. But I think to inform you first before deciding what to do to him." That was good news. Having one of them would help us move forward with our next steps. "Keep him alive, and send me his picture. I'm on my way back to my pack and will call you back later." "Noted. Safe drive, Matt." The call disconnected. I sped to the packhouse and arrived in less than thirty minutes, bringing Paul and Bradley into my office. "This is one of them?" My Beta asked when he saw the picture Dylan sent to me. "It seems so. Dylan's men have confirmed the tattoo, and it matched them."

As she walked up to us, she pulled her long dark hair that was dyed Pink at the ends over one shoulder, exposing a tattoo in the crook of her neck next to her collarbone. “Whoa, Danika, you got a new tattoo! That looks cool!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look closer as she sat next to us in the circle. It was a small tribal piece that almost looked like a shield. It was black but had a shine to it when the light hit it.