Novel & Cerita Ethan Klein Tattoo

I said almost at the verge of tears, "I'm thankful to you for staying alive at least until I could come get you. Do you remember the face of who did this to you? All I need is any description that you can remember and I'll find that fucking bastard." I remained silent for a few seconds until I recalled the tattoo that I had seen on his neck. "He had a dragon tattoo around the side of his neck." I said to Ethan, touching the part around my neck, "Is that all?" I nodded my head, and he pulled the blanket closer to my body.

The curtain partition slid down, cutting off that broad yet lonely silhouette. I let out a long breath and slid my finger to answer the call. “Say what you need to say. I’m busy.” On the other end of the phone, Ethan’s voice came through, amidst a noisy background, as obnoxious as ever. “Busy with what? Counting ants in that crappy tattoo shop? Tomorrow night’s charity gala. You have to be there.” I frowned. “Not going. I’m busy.” “Don’t be like that, my dear Miss Rivers!” Ethan panicked.

It’s what I love to do and eventually Em with be with us too and it will be all good. Raine hummed in approval and I turned off the shower. Getting out, I was thankful Sam put a new towel out for me. After dressing, I pulled up my purple hair up in a high pony tail. Turning to the side, I liked how the purple played with the black of my tattoo. I looked like a badass. Leaving the bedroom, Ethan had a frown on his face as I walked into the living room. “It doesn’t look bad. It’s barely noticeable. No need to be so frown-y.” I poke the wrinkles between his brow.

Ethan turned around, exhaling as he began to unbutton his shirt, face furrowed in frustration before pulling the ruined shirt down his shoulders and tossing it onto the nearby chair. Skyler looked away instinctively. Her eyes blinked, her chest thudding fast against her rib, and her eyes—the instant betrayal- slowly wandered back to his bare back. ‘ What are you doing?! Look away!’ she screamed internally. But before she could, her eyes caught sight of his tattoo. A small tattoo sitting in the middle of his back. Her eyes furrowed as she stared deeper, narrowing her eyes on it. It was so small, but it looked familiar… like a necklace…

Even if I placed undeniable evidence in front of him, he still wouldn’t believe it. Now that I am more aware of how Ethan can be to get what he wants I need to be really careful and play safe. There’s no use fighting him off all the time. I need him to be in cheek and think whatever he’s doing is working. My gaze drifted outside once again, where Ethan was deep in conversation with the man in a black suit. I noticed something about his neck. He had the Northway sign tattooed at the left side of his neck. Yes.. I am sure I saw it.

Ethan is not in the room anymore, looks like he went to the bathroom but I was wrong cause he came out from another direction with a box in his hand which he dropped on the space beside me on the bed. He took of his shirt and I almost lost my breath, I had to force myself to look away, holy fuck moly this man look so ethereal, I was just noticing his back tattoo, it was a tattoo of an eagle, it was well painted, I was still fantasizing until he took off his belt scary manner, I jolted out of my fantasies and gulped nervously, clinging o to my jeans I bit my lower lips, as Ethan advance towards me, I kept my gaze to the floor shaking noticeably. “Lift your face”

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

Ethan says, and for some odd reason, because he says he does not like it, I try to hold back my tears because of him. "I won’t," I say and start cleaning his wounds around his torso when I noticed something I think I should have seen the two times Ethan was shirtless in front of me. He has tattoos, and I know Islam is against tattoos, but his are beautiful. He has a few around his chest area. Maybe he recently got them. "Do you like them?" Ethan says noticing me admiring his tattoos "Yes, I do, and did it hurt when you got them?" "It did a little. Do you want one?"

He ran barefoot towards the other pile of garbage. Ethan rose up from another end of the garbage pile and looked overhead. He had blue-green eyes and thick, black bangs covering his forehead and his ears. He wore a peach colored, dirty and tattered sweatshirt and dirty, white knickers. He had purple bruises on his malnourished hands, mosquito bite marks on his feet and a pale, translucent skin. "What is it, Tik?" He asked as the other boy, Tik, ran towards him "Look, a perfume bottle!" He said as he shoved a fancy, French perfume bottle in front of him which read 'Eau de Cologne'

I rarely got dressed up, but I just thought ‘fuck it. I took a moment to steady my nerves because this was a huge risk I was taking. Fuck them. I did not care. With that in mind, I grabbed my phone and purse before heading outside and locked up behind me. Ethan leaned against the open passenger’s door and flashed me a smile. He donned a pair of dark blue jeans and a navy V-neck long sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed up. A few tattoos peaked out from his shirt, and I had to stop myself from taking a closer look. I noticed that he had scars running across his arms and a couple on his neck. It made him look dangerous to most, but it made me feel safer around him. He obviously went through sh