Ed Hardy Tattoo Flash Book Novels & Stories

Now she was comfortable with him but the first page of that book had some strange things that Darika wanted to search in Arthit's pants. End of Flashback:- .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

Hot stripes landed on my skin, marking me. Grim pulled out of my pussy and pushed into my ass instead, making me take the swap without mercy. The sudden change made me sob with pleasure. Jax replaced him in my cunt. Double stuffed again, even rougher now. “You’re going to wear our cum home,” Lila said sweetly, crouching beside me and stroking my hair while I got railed. “And tomorrow we start the real tattoos. Big letters right above this sloppy cunt — ‘Collective Property.’”

It's easily my favorite fortress when I'm forced to reside in the city limits. A bright green flying disc cuts across my peripheral vision, and the moment my head turns to track it, my wolf hits a complete wall. I freeze dead in my tracks. There is absolutely no forgetting those high, sharp cheekbones, those full, dark lips, or those long eyelashes. He’s wearing a pair of bright athletic shorts and a thin tunic with bold letters stamped across the chest: My Book Boyfriend Is Better Than Yours. The ridiculous phrase actually forces a low chuckle from my throat. He commands my absolute focus in the exact same violent manner he did yesterday in my sanctuary.

So when my best friend told me her tattoo shop was running a discount, I jumped at it. Lena: Girl, 40% off today only. My boss is running it. Come get that ass ink you’ve been talking about. Private room and everything. I was already out the door before I could talk myself out of it. Ink & Sin was tucked into a dimly lit corner of the city, the kind of place that screamed trouble in the best way. Blacked-out windows, blood-red neon sign, and the low thump of heavy music vibrating through the walls. My heart hammered as I pushed open the door. The scent of antiseptic, leather, and something darker, maybe testosterone, hit me instantly.

“Let me remind you—since you seem to have forgotten—I am your superior, and you will treat me as such!” The tension crackled between them like static electricity. Hound stood his ground, but suddenly, the tattoos on his face began to burn. Not a physical heat, but a searing pain that tore through his very soul. The invisible tear-shaped marks he had once chosen now glowed as if etched with fire. He staggered, clawing at his face, his wails of agony echoing in the lair. The burning sensation spread across his body, unbearable and relentless. His legs buckled, and with one final scream, he collapsed.

I look up at him, and for the first time since I have come here, I burst into laughter, surprising the Dragon King himself. For those who read The Rossi Legacies and like print books, I wanted to let everyone know I have a Kickstarter going for the first 2 books to be printed into physical hardbacks with spray edges and artwork endpapers. If you are interested check out my I*, author.muse or F B author muse for more information on making a pledge and having our goal met!

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

I scoffed, because it felt like something from a soap opera. “In an even non stressful word ‘brag’. Brag about the tiniest thing and be full of it. Nobody likes a new shining threat and the ladies from the Ale-o house are no exception. You are going to be knowing storm they never expected” Hardy had this darkness in his eyes as he spoke and it made me shudder so bad. “But what if they start hating me” I asked. Hardy slowly wore a smirk. “That means everything is going according to plan”