Gotenks Ghost Tattoo Novels & Stories

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

“Please see yourself off the floor before I call for Security.” … Even if the city barely changed in those four years, Gryphon still found the view especially melancholic at night. His only memory of a stroll was with Andrea during their many adventures. His left hand even tingled at the reminder of the tattoo they got for themselves. On his wrist was a lion’s head with a chain running around like a band. It was connected to a golden band on his ring finger, with a chain link that followed his bone. Getting this tattoo was a real nightmare, but he decided to be tough since they had a tacit agreement that whoever screamed by then was the loser. As for whatever the price was, Gryphon didn’t ma

There, right between his neck and shoulder, a black tattoo spread like roots creeping down to his chest, which was still covered by that layer. That pattern... was exactly like the photo Elliot had shown me earlier that afternoon. The Black Lotus core membership tattoo. I looked up, meeting his eyes. He was calm, but for the first time, I felt the mask crack. There was a flicker of tension beneath his cool exterior. "So you finally saw it, Vance."

“Vian, if you go with me, I will give you a chance to live.” Vian glanced at him “A person like you can’t call me “traitor.” The man wasn’t angry, he just smiled and said: “Unfortunately, If you don’t agree with me, I have to kill you and your man.” Auren shouted: “Lotos, shut up!” A purple light flashed, aimed at Lotos. A brain-aching sound rang out after then. But Lotus was still even-tempered, he was holding a purple branch… Auren was very scared “Linh Quy…” (a kind of tree)

GILDEON Not long after, they were driving toward La Calma. He glanced at the snoring goblin through the rearview mirror. Ghulik was sprawled on the backseat, hands interlaced on his chest, one ankle casually resting on the opposite knee. One of these days, he might need to put Ghulik into hibernation to prepare him for a potentially intense battle. Gildeon would need his utmost help more than ever. Turning his attention to the man sitting next to him, he asked, “Is that a tattoo?” He gestured briefly at the tip of exposed black ink below Nowak’s shoulder blade.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

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

“I haven’t noticed them before now.” My fingers teased at his nipples. His breathing ragged, his chest pounding against his throat. In my attempt to fully observe the peculiarity of the puzzle-like tattoo that adorned his back, my fingers began trailing across each pattern, my eyes narrowed with focus. At the middle of his back where the tattoos seemed to meet stood the letter ‘G’—I murmured the letter. Ghost pulled me to the front of him, his blink slow, his face contorted in displeasure as though my exploration had triggered him. "Boundaries, princess." He had said.

Even as Ghost took a deep breath, his entire body spasmed as if each part had their own thoughts. "Did you know how much pain I'd put myself through for power, just to stop Torrent's pursuit?!" "Are those… Grey eyes?" Skyler paused when she saw those eyes stitched into Ghost's belly. "Indeed!" Ghost laughed maniacally amid Skyler's shock. "Did you think I was hiding in the hospital to acquire a body compatible with the power of the spiritron vein? "Well, you're wrong! I've since slain three scumbags, each wielding the power of the spiritron vein as well, and grafted their remains to my own body!"

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw