روايات وقصص ضمن Ferdinand The Bull Tattoo

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

“Alonzo saw me. And he… changed. Into a cheetah. A white cheetah. Then back. He walked toward me, and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t raise my gun. My body wouldn’t listen.” “Compelled,” Diego murmured. “Something like that. He whispered something in my ear. Then he was gone.” Leonardo’s eyes were distant. “Last I saw him.” Javier brought another beer. “On the house. For San Sebastian’s best liar.” Leonardo took it, then pulled a pen from his pocket. “He had a tattoo. Here.” He tapped his own chest. “A crest. Like a family symbol. And writing.” “What did it say?” Leonardo began to sketch on a napkin. The lines were shaky but clear. A crest—Diego’s crest—and beneath it, script in a language Diego h

Andreas wraps his hands with the bandages tightly and lets out a tired sigh. Across his back is a tattoo of a distorted bull, which could easily be mistaken for a twisted demon on his back. Tattoos line across his arms, perfectly transitioning into the bull drawn across his back. His muscles distorting the art as he stretches in front of Logan and Yua. "Are you gonna help us or...?" Andreas realizes that they're still stuck and helps them out of their restraints. "We don't have weapons so..." Yua looks over to Logan. "Do you have any plans in how we could defend ourselves?"

I didn’t know if I wanted it to be quenched. Every time he removed his cock from between her lips to shove it back in, I caught another glimpse of the sicker-looking thing on his cock; the piercing, along with the bull tattoo surrounding his crotch. It felt like a dangerous invitation….like he wanted someone…….me….to ride his bull.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

The coachman courageously continued when he saw that Matteo was under Adrian’s control, “Shaquille even called you ‘sir!’” Matteo broke down. However, he could not move, so he yelled as if he was crestfallen, "It's all slander! You can kill me, but you won’t ever tarnish my reputation!" Adrian chuckled. Matteo was just so stubborn. The tattoo on his chest was evidence. Everyone knew that the symbol of the Wolf Fangs was a wolf. Moreover, the wolf head tattoo on Matteo’s chest represented his status and position in the Wolf Fangs. As long as others saw it, they had to obey him unconditionally.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.