General Grievous Tattoo Novels & Stories

Facing her while their back sticking to the wall like gum, three pairs of eyes quivered relatively fast as they caught the breath under their throat. The non-moving body somehow threatened their whole existence, so much they didn't know what to do. "Apo- apologies for showing our ungraceful manner to you," at least one of them had the decency to feel ashamed and quickly turned away. It was the slimmest guy in the room and had the same tattoo as last night. A massive tattoo like a snake trailed along both of them with a few alphabets written around it. She was too lazy to bother about the unimportant details and didn't even skim through them.

he murmurs. “Okay,” I whisper. I turn my head into his shoulder and press a kiss there, over the top of one of his tattoos. The skin is rough under my lips. I pull back and trace it with my fingers. “What’s this?” “Gunshot wound,” he murmurs. I examine the rest of the tattoos sprinkled across his chest. Tattoos are just part of life in my family. Everyone has them. I even have one, a crescent moon for Anne on my spine.

He took a glance at her and looked back up with his expression unread. “Because I like them,” Aanya sensed a bit of hesitation in his voice. “How many times have you gone for a tattoo job?” “5 times” "How many tattoos do you have?” “I have about 9. I think this one's the biggest” he pointed down at the tattoo on his left arm and Aanya nodded in agreement. “Do you get the tattoos because you like them, or do they have a meaning to you?” “Sometimes I get them because I like them, other times, I get them because it's the only way I can express my emotion without stressing another person about it ” he said under his breath. His eyes held different emotions; grief, anger and surprisingly, guilt.

I’m like a walking Drake advertisement. I licked my lips, I was about eye level with his pecks. His abs. Whatever. This wall, mountain of a man. He was so wide and thick I doubted I could get my arms around him. He had a massive thick scar that started in his cheek and ran straight down to the base of his penis. That had to hurt like hell. It seemed as though he’d been ripped right open. How did he even survive it? Otherwise the only tattoo he had was the one marking him as a member of Black Cove. The one everyone had. The one I would get after I have my shift and formally join the pack. If I’m still here.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

He exhaled deeply and declared, "I need to verify the authenticity of the photo first!" "Well, this is not the only photo you need to verify. I got a whole lot of other photos..." Jessica smiled, holding her phone tight. "You have a very distinctive fetish, Mr. Morrison. You like to have your sweethearts' names tattooed on your body, but you know, there are some names you can't afford to toy with. If, by any chance, those who are not supposed to see those names see them, the consequences would... Well, I know you're well built, Neil, but you have limited pectorals and abs. How many names could you put on them? Tattooing them and effacing the tattoos repeatedly will take a heavy toll on you..

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.

He reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one pull, every thought in my head instantly vanished, his back was turned to me, showing me the tattoo that covered almost the entirety of his back, a few scars here and there but damn, seeing his muscles flex was enough to make me dripping wet. I stared at his lower back, his thin waist that spread into an angular shape to his shoulder blade. My hands moved towards his back before I thought otherwise. I trailed from down to the upper part, following the pattern of the dragon. He went still under my touch. “When did you get this?” I asked absentmindedly. “Sixteen.” He paused. “After my mother died.” My hands stopped moving. I looked

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

The vaewerewolf stated, and tear off Travis shirt, revealing the large amount of tattoos in Travis body. All the tattoos where perfectly drawn and all the members where amaze to see such a thing in the body of their most righteous member. "...What the hell are those drawings in his tattoos?" Lily muttered from where she was hiding, and the vaewerewolf heard what she said. "..well little Vampire. This tattoos are reminders of all the good, bad, and Evil thing this man have done in all his life." The vaewerewolf stated. "...Lies! All lies!" Travis shouted at him.