Dylan Wang Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was so good at that at school! " Lost! Haha.." ,he laughed. He then got up and licked his lips . " ..too bad! " , he added. He then hurriedly remove my shorts, i dangled my feet! "What the- what are you doing Dylan!?" "Getting your very first tattoo! " "Hell ,no!" "Hell yes! You lost ,so this is your fate now! " "But you never told me that this was the purpose of the game!" "You could have guessed! "

“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.

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.

Just as James and Thea reached the hotel entrance, a few hooligans approached and stopped them in their tracks. One of them whistled and looked at James with a mischievous grin. “Hey, kid, I’m warning you. Put the woman down, kneel before us, and we’ll let you off the hook. Or else, we’ll beat the hell out of you.” Dylan was dissatisfied. “What are you dilly-dallying for? Go get him already!” James looked at the approaching Dylan. He looked thirty years of age and wore a black vest. He had long hair and a golden necklace around his neck. He had a green dragon tattoo which made him look much more intimidating.

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.

**Searching for what? “Hey Kyle, that tattoo on Lucas arm,” Dylan gave him a moment to recall it. “It doesn't happen to be a popular style, does it?” His mind went back to the tattoo he had personally crafted specially for Lucas. **Why does he want to know about it?** ^^It’s not.^^ he signed. ^^It's self-made, and I doubt anyone else has it.^^ “Oh, I see.” Dylan nodded casually, drawing his interest at why he was suddenly curious about it.

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.