Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

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'

Ethan laughed, along with his guards. I returned his smirk and drew my gun, which caused his guards to swiftly pull theirs on me. I set my weapon down on the table. "You recognize who I am, don’t fucking provoke me," I growled, locking eyes with him. Ethan nodded, his bald head reflecting the light, and his guards lowered their weapons. His neck was covered in black and white tattoos, while his ears were pierced and his knuckles bore tattoos. He was just a few years older than I was and had made quite a name for himself as a drug lord.

The woman and her husband were Russian. And there was the mysterious Ethan who sat on the opposite end of the arena from where I sat. Our eyes, having crossed some minutes ago, crossed again. He removed his gaze almost immediately. People say he is shy, but I sense there is more to his avoiding looking people to the face and being alone. He always wore dark cloths and on days when he wore a sleeveless top to school, one could see the big R tattooed to the sides of his biceps. Another thought crossed my mind about the possibility that he might be the guy. He had the size and build of the boy in the bathroom.

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

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

"Laker is so fucking hot, like you don't even understand Ethan. And he has this tattoo of some latin shit on his back that adds to his danger," "Didn't know a tattoo was dangerous..." Ethan muttered. "And hotter than Dillon? Doubt it," "Oh yeah?" Ostana challenged, her almond eyes widening. "Yeah, no way." "Fine, if you think. I bet you twenty bucks that he's hotter than Dillion by a long shot," "Oh really?" Ethan dug out his wallet, counting every bill and coin before looking back up. "I bet you $18.69 that Dillon is hotter," "Deal." They shook hands just as the lunch bell rang; our peers flooded the hallways, their chatter sounding even louder than it had in the lunchroom.

Zephyra said in surprise, not sure who she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t the alpha’s brother. “Zephyra,” Ethan said, not moving from where he’d shifted. Her eyes drifted to the dark tribal tattoo on his left shoulder and part of his chest. It took her a second to recognize that it was a wolf. The upper half of his left bicep was covered in an intricate tribal design ending just above his elbow. Zephyra’s eyes drifted back to his chest—and a little further—before they snapped back up to his face. “You’re naked,” she gasped and then inwardly cringed. Today wasn’t her best day for wit, obviously.

Meanwhile……. It was already night time and Ethan was lying down flat on a hard metal bench. Alongside the bench was another bed on which a middle aged bald man with several tattoos all over his body was lying down. The man was practically naked apart from black tiny shorts that he wore, revealing massive tattoos all over his body. There was very less ventilation in the room apart from bars on one side.

The staff smiled and gently placed Zea's arm on the table for the tattoo removal. Zea closed her eyes the moment she felt the tip of the device touch her skin. She bit her lips hard, struggling to hold back the tears. "I want that tattoo gone. Flawless and traceless," Ethan said coldly. At this point, Zea can't help but glare at him. You're so evil... "What? Are you cursing me right now?" Zea smirked. "No, but I'm about to." He naughtily grinned at her. "Someday, you'll gonna thank me for doing that."