Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was beautiful and too big to feel real. My gaze landed on a portrait hanging on the far wall. A couple was captured in a moment—passion in their eyes, intimacy in their posture. Next to it was another portrait that made me stop in my tracks. Dylan. I knew it was him because of the tattoo above his eyebrow. He looked younger in the photo but still had that same intense presence. I glanced back at the couple in the first portrait, thinking at first they were Ximena and her husband—but no. They were completely different.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Not until he get some clear results. They were taking a toll in the mall. Some shopping’s for girls. Some for Cyrus. As their anniversary was around the corner, he wanted to make it special for him. They were just walking through the shops when Denzel came across a tattoo studio. "Bright Win, how about i ink a tattoo? For Cyrus"? He suggested. Win wasn’t sure if Cyrus would like or not but Denzel was too excited so he nodded his head. Denzel opted a one wing Tattoo with M embossed into it. A memory for Nattasha that she would always be his wing to fly high. It was emotional but Denzel was happily taking the needles. It took him almost an hour to get free and now they were hungry.

I then sat down on the bar stool next to Dwayne, who had his back to me. A young man was standing next to me at the counter between the bar stools and ordering drinks. His arm was tattooed up to his neck. It looked really good on him, including his eyebrow piercing. As he waited for his order, his eyes went to me. He gave me a slight smile. Oh, was I staring at him while looking at him like that? Shit.

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

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

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.

“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.