General Grievous Tattoo Novels & Stories

The gun stayed in my ear. “What?” “I love it when my girls act innocent,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. I looked at the exposed part of his chest. A tattoo. Black ink curled over the left side of his chest. I knew that symbol. Everyone knew that symbol. There had been warnings, articles, whispered rumors. The mark of Giordano's family. I felt the blood drain from my face. “I hope you keep it up when I fuck you so har d—because you’re mine now,” he finished.

He buttoned his shirt hurriedly. "You have a tattoo?" Liesel cocked an eyebrow. In truth, huge tattoos really hurt one's image.

So it was entirely possible Gregory was behind tonight’s attack as well. Then Claudine mentioned the tattoo she’d seen on the server’s back neck. “It was like a symbol I had seen somewhere... in a pawn shop in LA. One antique that was being advertised in a section for buying boxing equipment. Boxing gloves and the likes. It looked like those Chinese dragon festival designs.” Hades’s eyes narrowed, taking in the way she kept speaking nervously. Oh?. Then there was Vito also in the mix. The Italian Mafia men were known for their gang tattoos, often intricate and symbolic.

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

Then I noticed something peeking out, it was a tattoo, a poor covered tattoo but I didn't put too much mind on it. I went inside to get a bowl of water and a towel, I started cleaning him gently, his whole body then I noticed that the tattoo was finally coming out fully. It was the freaking same tattoo that I saw from the person that tried to kill Glen at the hospital and the one on Conrad, were they all in the same gang? "This just keeps getting crazy," I said softly as I laid him back on the bed but Glen pulled me in as well falling on his body. "Please don't leave me," Glen's voice was soft, almost broken, "Addison... don't leave me..." he held me tighter once again.

I'm not surprised by this, his bath time is normally longer than mine and I'm the one with folds. "Is that a tatoo?" I ask, Grayson lifting his head before inspecting his body as if he wasn't aware of something that bold being present on his person. The dark circle sits just below his left pecs, other incriptions or drawing laying within that I'm unable to decipher. "Yes" "Does it have a meaning?" "Not really" He turns away and I walk a little into the water, soaking the hem of my dress in the process. "Then why do you have it?"

I can't live without her! It was not past nine o'clock yet. At a tattoo shop, a girl about sixteen or seventeen with dreadlocks was chewing gum as she looked at the handsome man in front of her. His bare arm was covered in tattoos. She raised her eyebrow as she said, "Hey, handsome. Are you sure you want to completely remove them all at once? Don't take this lightly. I'd recommend you do it in several sessions. Otherwise, the wounds from removing such a large area of tattoos all at once can easily get infected. And with this much work, I'm afraid I'll be removing your tattoos until tomorrow." 'I have to admit, he has an impressive physique,' she thought before saying, "Actually, you look qui

So long as I made sure to be careful with my next for the next couple of days then I should be alright. Everyone seemed to crowd around me as I stepped off the slightly elevated platform where the work bed had been. One question was hurled at me after another. The main general question that seemed to circulate was about whether the tattoo had hurt or not, to which I replied: 'Not really, it just stings which is irritating rather than painful.'

She glared at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and disdain. “What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, trying to pull her arm away. “I’m done with words,” I said, my voice low and intense. “You need to see how serious I am.” Without another word, I yanked open my shirt, buttons flying in all directions, revealing a large, fresh tattoo over my heart. It was her name, intricately designed, a permanent reminder of my guilt and regret. Allison’s eyes widened in shock, her usual icy demeanor faltering for a moment. She quickly recovered, her expression hardening again.

Túlio was holding him by the collar and almost foaming with anger. "Never open your mouth to talk about Cloe again, you piece of shit!" he warned, just inches from Gringo's face, spitting on the pale friend's face. He threw him against the water cooler, which fell and broke on the floor, soaking the entire small space. The man who was being tattooed had trembling lips, looking wide"eyed at Túlio, got off the stretcher and left without his shirt and with the unfinished tattoo. Gringo got up from the floor, slipped on the water, and almost fell again.