General Grievous Tattoo Novels & Stories

“This is professional Gavin — the Tattoo Master, not the man that wants to fúck you senseless.” Oh. My. God. “I already told you it’s okay. I’ve been taking care of it as well as I can. Apparently, I didn’t get an aftercare box after my procedure because I’m not a ‘VIP’ client,” I jabbed. “No, that would be because you stormed away after your session.” “Hmmm… I wonder why.” Gavin sighed, like a parent tired of arguing with their stubborn toddler. “Sienna, infections ruin tattoos. You would regret getting that tattoo if it gets infected.”

Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot. "You have a tattoo too?" Tessa's eyes are surprised by what she sees. Tribal tattoos are the most painful tattoos because of their intricate shapes and engravings. "You remember? I got a whipping when I was protecting you?" Hardin brings up the time Tessa was kidnapped. "I'm sorry I made you get the marks." Tessa's hand trembles as it touches Hardin's arm, even though the texture still feels like uneven skin.

~~~Next morning~~~ It was a few minutes past 5 am when Xavier walked out of his bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his lean waist. The droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles as the water slid down his sculpted torso, disappearing into the V-shaped waistline of his body. There was an intricate crown tattoo on his chest with a bullet wound below it, a stark reminder of danger and survival. The contrast between the beauty of the tattoo and the harshness of the injury created a compelling image, drawing in one's curiosity to unravel the deeper meaning behind this poignant juxtaposition.

Funny how I get nervous again, wanting to back out when I was so courageous earlier until I saw them. Some of his men went outside, and some were still there. They all have tattoos on their arms and probably up to their body. Well, tattoos are all over the world now. Even minors have! “A million and a hundred dollars.” His eyebrow shut up. A loud burst of laughter suddenly echoed inside the room.

Sure enough, a tiger head the size of a tennis ball was already perched on her beautiful back. "That's outrageous. Yes, is it time for a tiger tattoo? There are many other aesthetic images. Just watch out!" Uri's initial intention to write an apology to Gia for making her favorite motorbike sctrached was actually getting angry at Gia for recklessly making tattoos on his body. But it was Gia who would definitely ignore her, she rarely wrote a diary.

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

“I don’t recognize it as any gang insignias. Do you?” “No. Can you go…” “Run a database check for anyone in the system with any sort of claw-like tattoos and see if there is any connection?” she finished for him. “You’re the best. Let me know what you find.” “Yes sir.” She left his office. When she was out of sight and ear shot, he grabbed his phone and called Mark. “Any of your men have a giant tattoo on their back? Something with a claw?” he asked. “No. We don’t allow for distinguishing marks like that. Why?” he asked.

"Liar" Grayson sighed as he approached me. He was dressed all in black, his large biceps were exposed and his tribal tattoo was on display. I had always admired the intricate design, but now I could see how anyone else could find it menacing. It stood out proudly, dark against his sun-kissed skin, and his powerful aura dominated the space we were in. "I've fought and won many battles before. I fought alongside my warriors, and as an Alpha, I was, of course, concerned with their safety... but now I have you".

“Alright, my love. Anything for you.” It was too easy, the way he said it. And though part of me wanted to believe him, another part knew Grant’s version of “handling things” often came with blood and fire. But for now, I chose peace. I chose the illusion. “Alright, you’re set,” the tattooist said finally, pulling her gloves off. She handed me a mirror, and I craned awkwardly to see. Daddy’s was inked in delicate red script right where only he would see it. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Ours.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.