Hardin Scott Tattoos Novels & Stories

Marche rants on. "What did the tattoos look like?" Noel asks. Harken has many tattoos, and she has never had the chance to see all of them at full view, his clothing always obstructing them, and she doesn't ever wish to seem him naked or even shirtless in front of her. She isn't sure if her eyes and heart could handle it. Some tribal tattoo, it had the symbol of a wolf, I assumed it was a sport reference to Arizona. I never got a good look at it, my son mentioned it to me, it's how they identified their members."

He even squeezed a bit of humor in the tense ambiance and then the large scorpion's tattoo on his back. The man toyed with the hearts of everyone who believed and gambled that he was Alpha Finlay, by choosing to hesitate when he was asked to remove his shirt. She had her heart in her throat during that very moment, until he took his shirt off and showed them the tattoo, red-inked to perfection.

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

How can someone have a tattoo so large it serves as a second skin? Unknowingly, I licked my dry bottom lip—something Hardin didn't fail to notice. "It's all yours for the rest of your life." I instantly snapped out of it. "Excuse me? And who says I'm going to marry you for the rest of my life? Also, can you put on something? I'm not comfortable looking at that dangerous tattoo." Hardin placed a hand on his chest, feigning pain. "I'm touched. But do you know you're actually the first woman I want to tell the meaning behind it to?"

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"However today, everything changed as I discovered you're actually a half-witted, harebrained, idiot whose silicone breasts had crawled to impair her brain." Scarlet's jaw dropped to the floor. She opened her mouth but before she could even say a word, I cut her off. "Have you heard of hypoallergenic tattoo ink? Based on your startled reaction I dare say you didn't. Perhaps you should have checked it on the internet first before marching here to accuse me of being fake just because of my tattoos." My voice thundered across the room, intimidating Scarlet who now stood on her place with her face, ears and neck turning crimson.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

Scott Hamilton was thirty-four years old, stood six-foot-two, and weighed around two hundred and forty pounds. The entire right side of his body was covered in tattoos, and his eyes were a sharp, icy aquamarine. He was into kickboxing and fast cars—especially Ferraris—and the only non-human thing he truly loved in this world was Beast, his Italian mastiff.

“You might even find one of your assailants there too. Half of these men on here are from werewolf pacts.” “Really? Any with tattoos?” Scott pointed to a figure in the middle. Raven moved closer to look, large, gray hair, beady little eyes. “That’s Leo Rambert, he has a wolf tattoo with a moon on his wrist. The image of that night flashed in Raven’s mind, hand resting on the ground next to her head, tattoo clear, as he pushed into her deeply, ‘you like that, don’t you baby?’ Raven snatched the photo down, “When do I need to be ready?”