Jalen Green Leg Tattoo Novels & Stories

I'm not proud of it, and I don't want to do it again. "You're the best person I know," I tell him sincerely when he turns his head toward me. "Show me your tattoo." With a quiet chuckle, he turns and shows me his shoulder blade, which is tattooed with a target. I touch it and trace it with my fingers, smiling as I notice Jaden's skin break out in goosebumps. "Why a target?" "I wanted to cover it up." "Then why not a tiger, a dragon, or whatever else is trendy right now?"

“Have you finally thought about where you want to put it?” “Yeah, I was thinking about the back of my leg, the calf area,” Lucas said as he raised his pants and pointed to the spot. “What do you think?” “We can do that. It’s not a big piece and since you don’t have any tattoos here, it gives it enough room.” He said and handed him a tablet to show the image. “So, how does this look? I can do any quick changes if you want or we can just get this printed out.”

The shop smelled like green soap, ink, and the faint metallic bite of the machines. Lila sat in the client chair long after the last walk-in had left. Twenty-three. Preacher’s daughter. The stencil on her left ribcage was a simple thorned vine curling under her breast—her first tattoo, chosen in secret, paid for in cash. She had told her father she was staying with a friend from the community college. The lie still sat bitter on her tongue.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

And don’t say you’ve never been warned. TAYA’s POV : "You're right Blondie, tonight was fun. I'm glad I came," Judah came back moments later, striding towards me in his wet dinosaur boxer briefs. I shoved the pack of cigarettes back into his jeans pocket quickly and I turned around. "Yeah, me too," my eyes darted to his lower abdomen area, "And now I know where you have a tattoo," Judah had a tattoo of a lion on his lower stomach, and it was big and intricate. I couldn't see the whole thing though, as half of the tattoo was covered by his boxers.

The last person I ever wanted to see again. Alpha Theo. He sat on a wide armchair like it belonged to him and him alone, his long legs spread slightly apart, his bare chest on full display. A thick black tattoo coiled across his chest and down his ribs, strange and tribal like it was meant to mark something ancient. His skin was golden and smooth, muscles hard and flexed beneath every breath. His left eye was covered with a dark mask, and the right—God, the right—was a bright gem-like green that cut straight into me.

“Leni, you sure you want a tattoo that size on your forearm? It’s pretty big.” “I’m sorry, you’re questioning the size of ANYONE’S tattoos?” I growl. “Okay, okay!” He holds his hands up in surrender. “You’re in excellent hands. Cason, mindlink me when you get a minute.” “Sure thing, Alpha. I’ll look at my schedule.” Cason says, but he doesn’t look up. He is already drawing on my arm. His face is full of concentration. Three hours later, I admire the stunning tattoo. Justice is already healing it. It looks like when a dragon sheds its scales.

Killian rolled his eyes before lifting up his t-shirt. Right at the top of the half of his ‘v’ on the right left side, he got the name ‘Nymph’ tattooed in cursive, with the ‘y’ looping to make a heart. The name was tattooed in a dark blue colour. Next to the name is a paw. He’d gotten the tattoo just over a month ago, against Calypso’s orders, even though she was there when he got it. “What is its significance, though I know it’s got to do with Cally?” Jordan asked.

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

This is despite the fact that he urged me to do so. Regarding Rivard Escallions, I believe that I have come across that name before, or I may have just seen it. What truly stood out to me about Jake was the tattoo that he has on the back of his neck. I immediately recognized the design.