روايات وقصص ضمن Ferdinand The Bull Tattoo

"He had a tiger tattoo on his left hand. I saw it the moment he gripped the handlebars before speeding off. And there was something else—a necklace. A silver cross with a skull on it, and the skull had a tiny red diamond in each eye socket." Federico’s face tensed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small sketch he had drawn. He unfolded it and held it up to her. "Did it look like this?" Antonia’s eyes widened. "Yes! Exactly like that! How did you—?" Federico smirked. "Well, in case you don’t know, your brother-in-law is a talented artist. Maybe I should’ve been a detective instead of working for Alessandro. Can’t let my talents go to waste."

"How can a mere mortal know our true natures?" The nephew looked at him with a bored expression before he let out a deep sigh. He held up a hand right under the Alpha's nose: "Hi, I am Ferdinand," he said calmly without taking his eyes off the Alpha. "I am human, all right, but I think you are forgetting that there may be times when the Council calls on some of our people." Harry frowned and put Ferdinand back down on the floor. The human pretended to smooth his clothes, then unbuttoned three buttons on his waiter's shirt. A gothic O with two crossbows through it was tattooed on his skin, and green runes swirled around it in an intricate pattern.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

He asked, surprising me. Nodding I watched him scoot toward the wall and open his arms invitingly. “You can lay your head down on my chest,” he offered me. Snuggling up against him I sighed in contentment. “Tell me about your cool tattoo,” I murmured and he chuckled. Playing with my hair, Eros told me that his back tattoo was put there by the devil so he could take the life energy from him that he took from others, and I looked up at him. “Why not have it removed then and really piss him off,” I snickered.

His pecs, sharp shoulder blades, and overbearing biceps look like a drawing of the perfect specimen of a man. I no longer think he got the body he has from lifting weights in the state pen, or whatever prison he came from—not that I know any ex-cons. Alessio's body looks more like an athlete's. His muscles are too defined to belong to someone who only loves working out. His tattoos are just as captivating. On his left arm is a swirl of roses, perfect for a wedding bouquet. His pec on the same side has the tattoo of the Scarfoni family crest. It's a Viking-style sea dragon with the sword of Myrridin going down the center. Myrridin was their Viking ancestor and one of the twelve founding Knigh

"Master, I’m just a bit tired. I want to take a break for a while." Bernard narrowed his eyes and suddenly lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a daisy tattoo on my waist. Upon closer inspection, he realized the tattoo was meant to cover a long scar that resembled a centipede. "Girl, what on earth happened to you?!"

There, stark against his skin, was a tattoo. A complex, intricate design of two family crests intertwined—the Moretti lion and the Castellano eagle, forever wrapped around each other. He got it on our wedding day. He said it represented the eternal alliance of our families, and our eternal vows to each other. “Aurora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Do you remember this tattoo?” The cold night wind blew past, whipping a strand of hair across my face. I looked at the tattoo in silence. After a long moment, I reached out.

"So, what did you do for Christmas?" Bear held out his arm and showed off the fresh ink running down his forearm, a new section of his intricate tribal tattoo. In the center was a hockey stick and puck, seamlessly incorporated into the design. Adrien laughed. "That's the shit, man. Awesome. And just think, you didn't even want to be on the team." I glanced over at Bear. "Didn't even want to be on the team? That's crazy. You're like… outstanding."