Itachi's Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

I handed the empty glass to Jake and he went back to the alcohol rack and refilled the empty glass. Fuck! I thought I'm going to suck Jake Andrich already. "Let's continue," Jake spoke to me and I just nodded in response. "Okay, why don't you guess this one here?" Jake said and pointed to the tattoo on the right side of his hand, it was a triangular tattoo and inside the triangle was an eye-shaped figure. I didn't give him an answer right away and I stared at his tattoo on the right side of his hand, I wanted to suck Jake's penis so badly and I also want him to fuck me without me using my VIP black card, but I will let him scan my black card after he fuck me.

I almost forgot about that tattoo it's a tracker info tattoo yes they have it, and its color is like the LGBTQ flag and has a code, Then Shun Yu has a tattoo too and shocking that she has this tattoo on her wrists like she's louring an enemy, and yeah Her Society has an enemy, it's called Scorpions it is top-secret info but I know of course. "can I put on my wrists too?" I ask she glare at me and I smile sweetly, "well okay if that's what you want" I said it like she didn't even care then. >>> *Shun* "So who is this new Slave of yours.." GP asks she's my best friend and one of the King's.

His eyes are heavy with something I can’t name—pity, perhaps, or guilt? And then there’s the last man, the one who speaks before Luis cuts him off. His arm is covered in an intricate tattoo that snakes up to his shoulder, the details so vivid they seem to move under the light. His lovely blue eyes, as striking as they are unsettling, pin me in place. It’s the tattoo that makes my breath hitch. My gaze locks onto the design—a swirling pattern that feels oddly familiar. My hand instinctively brushes above my inner thigh where my birthmark lies. The resemblance is uncanny. The lines, the curves... they match.

“Easy, Nathan.” He turned, meeting my gaze with a fire in his eyes. “We can’t just let them get away, Alpha Rowan. No one comes after the Alpha and walks away unscathed.” A grim smile crept across my face as a memory resurfaced—an image from the fight, a flash of ink on one of the men’s necks. A scorpion tattoo. My fingers flexed at the thought, and a sense of certainty settled over me, pushing aside the remnants of doubt and frustration.

And that did the job, he snatched away the fake ID from me and walked away angrily. I noticed the tattooed man staring at me now while sipping his drink slowly, fuck! He’s so hot. He looked so manly in a suit which suggests that he is either a businessman or a body guard to some rich men. But on a second thought, body guards don’t wear such expensive accessories all over him. I can recognize his ring form here.

I added. He blinked a few times. I avoided his gaze. I continued to carefully wipe his wound. As all the blood finally disappeared from his arm, I noticed a large tattoo on his upper biceps. I gently touched it. I didn’t know tattoos could suit someone. It’s a large dragon that covers his forearm. It suits his brown skin perfectly. I looked up at him. He just looked at me quietly, and for the first time, I saw emotion in his eyes. Tiredness. That’s what I see in those unique eyes.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

His stillness was a haven. I turned slowly, tears burning my eyes as I met his stare. He leaned against the railing, his black shirt undone at the throat, displaying golden skin and swirling silver tattoos that seemed to shine under the moonlight. His eyes gleamed molten with repressed violence and a yearning love that stole my breath.

Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles with a sword in hand. “King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his two canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.