Novel & Cerita Hongjoong Tattoo

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

“But, I’m changing that now. Instead, I’m putting a handcuff on you so we’ll never be separated.” Suho bought a yin-yang bracelet from a street vendor near the bar they went to the previous night. An impulsive purchase, he couldn’t figure out what it was for but was drawn to it somehow. He engraved one of the halves with SL and the other half HK on it, next to 8-8-04. Suho placed the yin half in Hana’s wrist. Hana put the yang part on Suho’s wrist. Hana and Suho raised their arms next to each other, “Woah! Can’t believe we’re putting on this oppa. We are now officially a couple, aren’t we?” Hana grinned.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

I asked him while eating my burger. “It is a Chinese character of hope. I decided to tattoo this to remind me that there’s hope for everything,” He said while looking at his tattoo. “And how about that tattoo?” I asked him while pointing to his right tattoo and gave him a mean look “No, it is not what you think. I don’t have a wife and a kid,” He defensively answered. “This is my mom and me. It is my tribute tattoo for my mom. I want her to know that she’s always remembered”, He added.

I never knew such beautiful place exists in Stormhalt as I never did go out often. Down at the water edge, I sight Leo's godlike figure emerging out of the water half naked. I am mesmerized by the way water cling to his long hair and sliding down the dark strands to pool on his shoulders. I can see all of his muscles clearly defined. I also noticed for the first time that there is an ink on his right bicep. Leo has a tattoo – dragon tattoo. He shakes his head and run his palm down his wet face, allowing the water from his hair to spray around him like drizzling. He slowly start to dip back into the water.

But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove. Her pouty lips, however, were definitely siAmayar to Hawk's. The man who stood beside her, also had a siAmayar aura to hers. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was really huge. No kidding, he made the woman look like a kid even though she seemed just around the same height as I was – 5'8. His hair was a matching shade of brown as Hawk’s. However, unlike Hawk’s, which was in a low cut, his was long and knotted in a ponytail. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt which I feared was a size too small; given how it seemed like it could rip off his body at any second. Both his arms we

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

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

He motions towards my tears then to the tiny diamond ring lying on the napkin. "I'm okay," I slowly assure the stranger. My words do not sound believable. I turn away, wiping more tears from my cheeks. Thoughts of John enter my mind. His sandy blonde hair pulled into a man-bun on top and freshly shaven on the sides and back. Him shirtless as he loved others to witness the rewards of his hard work at the gym. Him proudly crossing his arms across his chest, drawing attention to the dragon with skull tattoo and full sleeves as he strides toward me. His washboard abs flexing, drawing attention to his low-riding jeans. With each step, his abdominal tattoo, ‘Take No Prisoners,’ flashing like a neo