Dylan Wang Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

Sam twitched. "You let me get a tattoo, well, we agreed on getting one. I wanted one more, this one. It's the Chinese symbol for father. I put it next to my pussy because this is where you belong. We were still pretending that we didn't want to consummate our love, so I kept it hidden. The artist was a woman, a mom in her forties, attractive. The vibration, her fingers, I got so fucking wet. She propositioned me. I'd never had sex with a woman. We went back to her place. I loved it.

Dylan nodded casually, drawing his interest at why he was suddenly curious about it. ^^Why are you asking? Do you like it?^^ “Well– I mean,” Dylan shrugged, his struggle to make a response making him squint. “It's cool?” He blinked, and it became his turn to nod quietly. Dylan wasn't wrong, it was a cool tattoo, so cool he had gotten one himself until recently. **Should I get another one?** He stared down at his arm that previously held his tattoo. He had taken the first one off because he thought he might appear wild to Dylan. **Now that he said it's cool, I regret taking mine off after the party.**

The tattoo of the right arm was revealed. On the tattoo. It read 'death'. Cai Cai and Zhang Xin's eyes widened. He had never seen Zhang Dingyuan's tattoo before. Zhang Dingyuan raised his right hand and yelled, "Cai, Zhang Xin, I've wronged you!" The two of them still didn't understand. The character "death" began to emit a red light. Cai and Zhang Xin let out miserable cries as they dissolved into pus in midair. Yang Xiao opened his mouth slightly.

I don't care about myself being hurt, I don't fear death but then he would find a way to hurt Diana. The thought makes my blood boil. I am certain he knows of Diana, there is nothing he doesn't know. “We were never together,” Dan tilts his head a little to the side as if he wants to watch me from a new angle. “Would she say the same?” I shrug again The door opens and a man walks in. He's wearing an ivory suit that compliments his rich dark skin. “I've been waiting for you.” Dan says to the man. He's bearing the same tattoo that every elite in the vow bears. It's a star and a V. It's pretty simple but the gravity of power the ink carries is massive enough that it keeps the world spinning.

The spot was right above where he always grabbed me. I was dazed until the tattoo gun buzzed loud. Before I could protest, it was right on my skin and goddamnit did It hurt more than I thought. I kept feeling sharp little stings over and over. Damon sat next to me holding my hand. Every time I winced he rubbed his thumb on my palm. Almost gentle like a caring boyfriend he was definitely not cut out for. “Almost done,” he cooed softly. “Looks good.” When it was finished the artist covered it with some plastic. Damon paid and then we left. In the truck I lifted my shirt and looked. Small dark letters. “D.K.” was stuck right on my skin. Permanently. Forever.

This earned him a look of shock and disgrace from his dad. “If they get into trouble, then I’ll have to also.” Danny stood and took off his shirt to show that tattooed marking that only those bonded as mates achieved when the complete rite was done fully. “Alex has the same marking too.” He put his shirt back on and went to stand behind the chair that she was seated on.

She was trying to barter with Dante to remove his shirt so that she could see his yummy tattoos. My mother and I shared a laugh before I went to Dante’s rescue. My mate was holding his own against my horny grandmother. His glee floated down the bond, and I could see how much he truly liked her. She could be overwhelming to some, but he just embraced it. “I designed Ziyah’s tattoo. I can definitely do one for you too if you’d like. But you’ve got to either make it creative or give me free reign to design it on my own,” Dante said, flashing his signature smirk.

“They think they can hide their sins. But the truth always finds its way to light. Let them confess themselves on camera.” Lola shivered. “He sounds… familiar.” Ethan leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. “Freeze it there. Zoom in on his wrist.” Riley paused the footage. On the man’s wrist was a bracelet thick leather, with a small silver tag engraved with two letters: D.N. Lola’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Dylan…” Riley blinked in disbelief. “Your ex? The same Dylan who” Ethan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “No. It can’t be.”