Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ink splattered across everything and taped directly to the locker door was a piece of paper. SCHOLARSHIP TRASH DOESN’T BELONG HERE.My chest tightened painfully. For a second, I just stared at it silently while humiliation and anger fought inside me. Then footsteps stopped beside me,I immediately turned around to see that it's Dylan. His eyes moved lazily over the destroyed books before landing on the note.Then slowly…...A smirk appeared on his face. “Welcome to Blackwood.”

she explains. “Who’s that guy?” I demand. “He’s the one who tattooed me,” she answers with a low tone. “What his fucking name?” She almost startles on my lap, eyes wide. “Kyland Wright.” My eyes widen. “That fucking Kyland Wright?” “Do you know him?” she asks. “I’m sorry, I shouted.” I lower my voice a little bit. “He’s the one who tattooed me, Trinity, and he’s the bartender at the Night Stalker,” I say calmly. “I know.” “He will pay for what he did that night!”

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

They stood over 6’5 and muscular. Not body builder style but that didn’t fool me. “We hear you are the place to go for a tattoo.” His voice was like ice running through my veins. My first though was, where is Alec when I needed him. “I don’t believe I got your name.” I stated as I kept my back straight. “Forgive me, beautiful. My name is Darin. This is Steven and Cash. Perhaps you heard of us?” “Holy fucking shit.” Colt cussed in my head. “I’m coming!”

I tell him and went into the kitchen. I prepared two cups of hot chocolate and went to the laundry for a pair of black sweat pants and a white shirt. The shirt belongs to Felix but the pants is from Marielle Corp. I went back to the living room and almost dropped everything I was holding in my hands. There he was,Dante was standing there naked . I gulped and turn red,I couldn't take my eyes off him. He has gotten more tattoos on her torso up to his chest. His right chest has Ireal's name engraved in wings.

They both stood up and to their amazement, Yohan Dixon walked into the living room, his dark presence filling the room. Yohan's appearance was dishevelled. He seemed to have had a few drinks too many. The top two buttons of his light grey shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his well-built chest. The sleeves were casually rolled up, exposing a massive tattoo on his right arm. A golden watch adorned his left wrist, glistening. His long legs were encased in impeccably tailored black pants, and he carried himself with an air of undeniable authority. His eyes, usually so piercing, were now dark and bloodshot, indicating the effects of his drinking.

I can recognize his ring form here. His eyes was still on me when I blinked out of my daze of shamelessly checking him out. I’ve never wish the club manager gave me a waitress job instead of pouring drink here all night as much as I do now. I could have walked up to him for his number or something. A waiter came to get an order and when I was done there was no sight of the tattooed man and the guy he was sitting with. With him gone, I tried to ignore the erotic scenes in my head to no avail.

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

Looking around, Ryden found Damon passed out on the bed. He walked over to his friend and started removing his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers and moving him underneath the bedspread. He tucked him in, only to notice a tattoo design on his neck. It was like his own, only it said, not all those who wander are lost. He tried to recall when they got the tattoos, but he couldn't find even a hint of one. Ryden looked down at the man on the bed for a while, before finishing tucking him in and left the room, closing the door behind him.