Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

She successfully jerked his arms and glared at him. "Narcissist.” Sara Owen run into her classroom and Neel Dixon smirked sarcastically while looking at her back. One day, he would break her marriage and make her his favourite toy. ... In the presidential suit of the five-star hotel in Ang city, Yohan Dixon was standing near the floor-to-ceiling wall. His tall figure was under the shadow and covered with smoke rings. The tattoo on his right arm was revealed because the sleeves of his black shirt were half folded and his right palm was inside his pocket of burgundy pants.

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

"You are insane. I don't know who you are and what is going on, for all I know, this may be some silly prank or...maybe you are a member of an occult group or something. It's okay if you say Ava is one of you guys, at least her so called tattoo explains that." "Hold on, Ava has a tattoo?" It was at that point, I realised that I had messed up. I spilled the beans unconsciously. And if what Dylan was saying about Ava being a werewolf like him, then I was sure that I'd be dead. I could remember the death threat clearly Flashback: "Hillary, if you ever say anything to anyone about me and the tattoo, YOU'RE DEAD." "Did you just say that Ava has a tattoo? What does it look like?" Dylan asked again

“Go meet your hot boyfriend and later you'll tell me everything that happened to you, sweetheart.” Annie nodded and turned to leave the restaurant. Turning back, she mouthed, “His name's Dylan Xavier.” Cammie's eyes widened as Annie left to meet Dylan. Tonight was going just fine and the moon bore witness to it because it shone brightly in the night sky. *** What anyone would need after a long cold day was a hot bath and that was exactly what Annie did. Dylan sat on the bed, his legs wide apart. Though the weather seemed unfavourable, he was bare chested, his tattoo blessing his back. Annie came out of the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her breast as steam left her body.

A woman in a green polo shirt for the greenhouse with a giant rose tattoo on her left arm. “Thank you.” Shiloh smiled as she folded the shirts. “How is it going outside?” “Really good. We’ve already sold everything that we brought.” She offered her hand. “Rose Lowery. My husband and his crew are doing the temporary tattoos.” “Shiloh Montgomery.” She shook her hand. “Dino, Rocky and Gremlin. Right?” “Yeah. I’m married to Dino. Ink and Tats are out there too.” “Your husband has done several of my tattoos.” Placing the shirts in the bag, all black with silver writing and handles, Shiloh gave her the total.

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

Dylan lounges back in a plush chair, savoring a glass of whisky while watching Cheyne’s movements inside the ring. “Why don’t you take a seat? Dylan asks the man standing beside him. Adorned with intricate tattoos on his arms and a lengthy scar across his forehead. He’s unmistakably Dylan’s personal bodyguard. “I’d rather not, sir ...” he says in a serious tone. Dylan shoots a swift look his way. “Chill out, Marco. This fight’s gonna end soon,” Dylan asserts confidently.

Dylan looked to be in his early fifties and had a strikingly bald head, but that was not the only thing special about him. He also had a giant tattoo of a tiger spanning across his entire upper chest, making him look even more menacing than he already did. Dylan turned to stare at his son, who was at this moment sobbing as he clutched his swollen cheek. The next moment, he raised his arm and slapped Watson across his face, snarling, "You useless piece of sh*t! Have I not taught you enough? How can you even get beaten up by a weak man like this, and he has a child with him, no less! I'm ashamed of you!"