Hongjoong Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"By the way, my name is Juno. And this is my boyfriend, Jupiter. We are guests here and leaving in two days. Thought we'd get a tattoo as a souvenir." The man nodded, smiling. "I see. My name is Joseph. I've been working as a tattoo artist for twelve years now in this beach." "Twelve years? Wow!" Jupiter exclaimed, totally amazed. "Well that's very assuring that you won't mess up the design you'd be inking on our skins." I laughed as I began browsing on the book. "Oh, I won't! I'm very passionate and careful about my work." I turned to Jupiter and handed the book to him. "You may choose for us, babe. In the meantime, I'll sit down with Joseph here 'cause I already have a separate tattoo in m

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

"Thank you for visiting. I hope we can serve you again." The last sound was Jose's as he ushered a client out of Racher Art, a client who had successfully spent Jose's three-hour period inking a tummy tattoo to cover up post–surgery stretch marks. Three hours, sitting for so long that the man's loins rattle as he twists left and right. "Tiring, really tiring." No matter how much he grumbles, Jose is devoted to his job.

"Do your tattoos have meaning?" Andreas puts his hand over his back. "Got this baby in China after winning a fighting tournament. Its how I got my nickname." "Ox-King." "What?" "I want to have your head." Hsiao-Han's fist flies into Andreas's face, who is sent flying back. Andreas rolls, trying to regain his balance. Hsiao-Han is already readying himself, twisting his body, and going for a wide swing overhead. Andreas jumps back into a standing position, moving himself to the side, Hsiao-Han just barely missing, grazing the side of Andreas's face.

I laughed at what he said. “That's for lying to me. It's good for you," I said laughing. Harold is very flirtatious. "Yeah and I'm so sorry for what I did." Instead of answering him, I just hugged him. "I'm confused about your tattoo, when I first saw you, his design was two moons but when I saw it when we got wet in the rain, it's YinYang." I told him. "My tattoo is just a YinYang design. You probably misunderstood it because of its tail shaped like a half moon. The idea came from you actually, when we met in the plaza once." I frowned at what he said. when?

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

In fact I worked that cock to two orgasms before we arrived at our first destination, the Holly Wood’s piercing, and tattoo parlor for the stars. Holly looked like a cross between a biker chic, and a porno star with her hourglass figure, and incongruous stick on tattoos. Her platinum blond mane in a pony tail in back that went down past her rump was a veritable shimmering fountain of follicles, and gave her an Amazonian look as she greeted us in spiked high heels, wearing a short denim skirt, and a matching denim vest that chained together in front to contain her cantaloupe sized breasts for a delightful public view. I saw later that the only other thing that she had on was a yellow thong bi

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

His chest was tattooed with a Hanuman. Thai people were fond believers of Buddhism. At the same time, tattoos were quite popular in this country. So they named the art of tattooing mana torn. When one received a tattoo with the help of senior monks, tattooing your body with different patterns could bring various effects. For example, the Eight Directionals Wheel could change the receiver’s luck, while Hanuman represented power. Next to the big bald man was a beautiful woman with a somewhat pale face. That woman was Lorissa. Earlier, she was beaten up by Don Quijote to the point where her clothes were torn. Even her face was severely battered. At this time, she had obviously changed her cloth