Jalen Green Leg Tattoo Novels & Stories

Luxander questioned as Januel moved closer to him to see what he was talking about. “Ah, those marks? She got them from being-“ “Not those marks, silly”. Luxander snarled at him pointing to the scorpion tattoo on her back. “I meant, This” “Oh”.Januel said observing the tattoo. “It looks like the one Lord Gabriel has”

How dare he? The third post was a collage from Valentine's Day—a snapshot of a four-digit bank transfer, a Cartier bracelet, a private hot spring sprinkled with rose petals, a glass of red wine with lipstick marks on the rim, a bikini that had been torn to shreds, an outstanding view of a fireworks show from a floor-to-ceiling window, and last but not least, the bare back of a man smoking a cigarette. There, tattooed across the man's waist, were the initials "JL".

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Jenna subconsciously craned her head to look through Lincoln's open window and saw a man in the backseat of the car, with his back to her, shirtless. He was injured, with a gash on his big arm that was simply bandaged with his shirt, and blood seeped through his clothes and kept flowing down, rendering the ...... male lion tattoo on his waist! Male lion tattoo!!! Jenna's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the tattoo, her heart almost stopping ...... The lion was fierce and majestic, lifelike in the blood, with bloodshot eyes that seemed to stare at Jenna. It was him! It really was him! Jenna was about to go forward to check out the man's face, but she was grabbed fiercely!

I have always want him but not like this,not in this position. JL walks forward to me and I took my own step backward until I fell on the bed. My legs shivering and my heart thudding. " JL.. please don't... don't do this " I begged while shivering but he didn't reply. He only pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his perfect body and abs. Now I saw because we are too close the tattoo he had just by his chest. The letter D scribbled on it. D? As in dahlia? Air left my lung at this again and I look down away from JL.

Ramon lays back on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. His muscles tense and stretch with his movement. My eyes catch a hint of green just underneath the hem of his boxers. I tug my shirt on and glance at him. "What's that?" I ask, knotting my eyebrows. "What's what?" He wonders, looking up at me curiously. I let out a sigh and peel back the hem of his boxers, revealing a little green tattoo on his hip bone. "Oh, that." He chuckles, sitting up and glancing at it. "It's just a tattoo of a key." He shrugs. I pull my hand away from him because it was weird, and I climb over him to get to my side of the bed.

Closing my fingers into a fist, I tap twice. —Well, but it's Princess Laury.— Jeremiah is standing in the open doorway, suitless, replaced by low-slung black sweatpants. There's no shirt in sight. And I should know, as hard as I am to look anywhere but at his chest. That tattoo I finally see on his chest. I'd only seen the top half, but I could never quite tell the jagged lines, the different lengths and angles. Now I see it's three puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly. On the left is his name, on the right is Ezequiel's. The middle piece doesn't have a name, but its meaning is crystal clear.

"Tell me what you want, Owen." "I want to see you," Owen gasped. "Take your shirt off." Jax pulled back and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. Owen stared. Jax's body was incredible. His chest was broad and deeply muscled, covered in a mat of dark hair that trailed down over his hard stomach. His arms were thick, the biceps swollen, and colorful tattoos covered both arms from the shoulders down to the wrists. A large eagle spread across his right pectoral, its wings stretching toward his shoulder.

They were beta, gamma, and several warriors who joined the hunt that night. "You have a new tattoo?" Ed said while punching Aland's muscular stomach lightly. Aland felt his stomach tattooed with pictures of plant tendrils entwining each other. The tattoo was to cover up the scar from the silver stake Jonea had drawn. A lifetime, Aland will never forget it. He perpetuated the scar with a tattoo. "When did you come back from the border?" said Aland. "You look thinner now. Did Hunter give you too much work there?"

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”