General Grievous Tattoo Novels & Stories

,Raze said. “Everytime,a Silvenia was born,they put the tattoo.I have mines on my neck,Rex on the back of his left hand”,Rouge said and Rex shows his left hand to me “Russel on his wrist on the right hand”,Rouge continue and Russel shows me his right wrist “And Raze on his collarbone”Rouge ended. Ace cleared his throat and aked, “Doesn’t it hurt for babies to get a tattoo?”I just nodded that means I agree to what he just said.

"The smaller one has a poke mark on the right cheek. The large one has a tattoo on his belly." The man wrote the observations. "What kind of tattoo?" Gillian hesitated then she turned to Tita Chedeng. "Please, cover your ears," she whispered gently. When the older woman swathed her ears with the shawl, Gillian spoke evenly. "Slut slayer." After several hours of a very detailed testimony, Gillian was exhausted both mentally and physically. Tita Chedeng provided food and drinks but the emotional distress of going back to the dark hours was untreatable.

This guy also has the same tattoo as the first guy, but on the back of his ears. “The one who carried Mrs Pearce has one on the inside of his wrist too” Jeff observed. “They seem to belong to a gang.” “Check which gang the tattoo belongs to and I want to know everything about that gang and who they've dealt with in the last 7 days.” I said to the lady who hacked into Kim's company security system. She seems to be good “Yes sir” she answered and immediately started typing away on her keyboard How dare they touch my woman? They must desperately wish to die. My eyes darkened and a strong force of possessiveness I didn't know I had surfaced, making me itch to strangle every one of them who laid

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

Something like amusement crossed his gaze. His lips moved slightly, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. “F++k…” he cursed under his breath, his deep voice echoing through the tension in the air. He roughly removed his wet black gloves, dropping the gun onto his thigh and exposing a tattoo of a skull and guns on his left hand, while on his right, a casket and skeleton were inked across his knuckles. Alarm bells exploded inside my head. My lungs suddenly stopped functioning well; my stomach tightened as I acted on instinct, reaching for the door and forcefully twisting the lock.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

she pointed out. Nikolai looked at the tattoo keenly, and so did Shawn. "Isn't it the same tattoo which the grisly gang paints on their body? It's like an identification mark to prove that they belong to the grisly gang" Nikolai spoke outloud. Shawn nodded his head, agreeing with what Nikolai just said. It's true. They came across this gang a few years ago when they were searching for the four murderers. "You are right. If the last person we are searching for has this tattoo, then it's easy to find him. All we have to do is meet with the grisly gang boss. He will happily give us the list of all of his members" Shawn shared his opinion.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

“That’s insane.” “Sometimes,” Martin said, “the boss refuses the finger.” Kai turned slowly. “Why?” “Because he wants something worse.” The light turned green. Martin drove on. “Tattoos,” he continued. “Those full-body ones? They’re not decoration. They’re a contract. Done by hand. Takes years. Agony every session.” Kai thought of Jaden’s wrist. The way the ink vanished under his sleeve like a secret. “In some circles,” Martin said, “tattoos are forced. Ownership. Or they mark traitors before they disappear. You strip someone just to read what they’ve done in ink.”

I chanted in my head. Gavin’s eyes narrowed. Like every other male in this ship, he was handsome, tall, broad shoulders and I could outline a well sculpted body under his shirt. He also had a tattoo on one side of his neck running down to his shoulder and disappearing beneath his shirt. He was hot but his body was the last thing on my mind right now. “Nara, I’m really not in the mood to do this with you.” “You can’t just accuse me for something that I—“