Forearm Ace Card Tattoo Novels & Stories

Raymond dismembered a body as if it was nothing, his body covered in blood and blood dripping from the hand, and marked everything Oscar ordered. The men painted an Ace all over the wall with the blood of the bodies that Raymond dismembered and they waited for their bosses to approach the wall. The brothers' brand LA WOLF. Each of the brothers carried a black wolf representing tattoos, the same as the one they tattooed on their neck, but their hands were stained with blood they used to write their brand, ACE. Each one signed with a different one although I had not yet deciphered which was it, if you saw a paint with ACE OF BLOOD which meant that someone had made the Wolves angry enough for t

“Remember, I got a tattoo of a pocket watch to connect to my sleeve. It’s not there. I got it days before leaving. They did a good job of photoshop.” I collapse to the floor, completely forgetting about analyzing the photos that closely. Looking at them made me sick; now, I should have realized. I could not breathe, spots entered my vision, and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. Ace bends down and picks me up, carrying me down the hall. He sits down on the bed, holding me and stroking my back. “Tess baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” He continues to stoke my back, but I can’t even open my eyes to look at him. “Breathe, deep, slow breaths.”

Sameul hesitated for a second before he finally gave up knowingly very well that if his boss said he will come himself, then he will. After Ace was left alone in the room, he removed his current sweater letting his scars on display, his left arm covered with tattoes was the only spared part of his body which wasn't covered with scars. His back, chest, stomach and even the neck was covered with the nasty scars granted to him in the past by the people he once trusted.

"Is that for me?" Ace looked down at his body, mostly to avoid the certainty in Liam's eyes. He was heavily-tattooed, as befit an MC member, and although tattoos generally meant something to bikers, this one was special. It wasn't his biggest or most intricate tat – that was The Fallen Angels MC logo tattooed across the whole of his chest – but it was the one that he loved the most. "Yeah," Ace mumbled, since denial was pretty fucking pointless. "Of course it's for you. You know it's for you. I don't even know why you're asking me that."

I regretted. "You may not have noticed, but I did." Ace looked at me steadily. He turned to Beta Ben and ordered, "Bring me the journal!" Beta Ben brought the journal and handed it to Ace. My eyes focused on the journal. Ace opened it. He had written down everything he found. And what caught my attention was a symbol drawn haphazardly on the second page. I think Ace drew it. "Have you ever seen such a symbol?" Ace pointed to the drawing. I took the journal out of Ace's hand. I looked closely at the black crescent symbol with a wolf's head in the middle.

“Really?” Derek was silent and Mason saw Ace secretly stepping on his foot. “Yes, yes. I apologized already.” He answered in a strained voice. “One more thing, Derek. They all had that kind of tattoo.” She pointed to Derek’s chest. “Except it was on their wrists.” She added. The boys look at each other with wide eyes before storming out of the cafe.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

Shutting the door behind me, I took a deep sigh giving myself a mini pep talk, before finally turning, only to witness the most forbidden yet enchanting sight I’d ever set my eyes on… My heart skipped a bit, as I set my eyes on Ace, standing there, layered only in a towel loosely hanging around his waist. Like he was fresh from the shower. I had forgotten how sexy those abs were, and now they looked even sexier. If I thought Ace was beautiful, then his body was a full artwork….. His broad chest…. And that tattoo of my name, sprawled over his carved chest…. His muscles flexed as he continued the business call in a husky voice that sent a flutter to my belly…

I mumbled, blushing hard. I slammed my palm on my forehead, feeling hell of embarrassment. He was here last night and I didn't even wake up once while he was doing all of this with me. Then I noticed the last line and turned the note and saw that it's a picture. A picture of Aaron's upper half naked body. I looked at the picture, especially his chest and neck. He has tattooed my name over his heart and neck. Owned by Valencia Aaron Sinclair~ It was tattooed on his chest, over his heart. I smile at how he connects my name with his own name, like married couples.