Jalen Green Leg Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

Battered hands, inked with tattoos: MAMA on his knuckles, a dove, and more ink disappearing beneath his tank top. Another man chuckles under his breath. “She stays, maybe we talk more,” Green Eyes says. I glance at Angelo. His face is stone. “She’s not payment,” Nate growls, fighting back the urge to stand. “Oh, come on. She’s a gift to the room,” another pipes up. “You sure you don’t want to share?” “Ettiene,” Angelo warns, voice low and lethal. But Green Eyes doesn’t stop. Maybe it’s just me or maybe I’m naive but I didn’t expect this from a man with MAMA tattooed all over his skin. Then again, what do I expect from unethical thugs?

I half-heartedly acknowledge the older man who's been my brooding seatmate ever since we boarded the plane. Shifting my sitting position to put a little distance between us I stare at him through the corner of my eyes, for something about the older man puts me on edge. He has wrinkly ivory skin with neutral undertones and a slightly crooked nose, his eyes are a startling shade of forest green and his lips are a little wide in shape. He’s wearing a large black coat and when he raises his left hand to run it through his hair an eye-catching tattoo appears, it’s a dragon tattoo coiled around his wrist.

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

Gigi raised her left leg to show Liz her tiny tattoo. "Why on Earth would you get a helmet tattoo?" Liz found it amazing still and looking at Gigi's legs was always a good thing for her, it was a win-win situation. "I don't know, I love helmets! They are high fashion! And also I got this one here behind my ear." Gigi uncomfortably showed Liz her neck. Tattooed on her skin forever Gigi had the Los Angeles acronym. "LA? What?" "As I said, I was drunk and I love LA so much! I'm surprised you never saw it, this one's really visible."

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.

Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix. The tattoo was incredible, and I knew the magic Gerald possessed played a large role in the tattoo. The colors were bright against my pale skin. Shimmering shades of scarlet, orange, yellow, and gold intertwined and mixed within the spread wings of the phoenix. What surprised me most were its eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, an exact replica of my own. Just as I pulled on my t-shirt, Gerald came back into the tent. I watched as he cleaned the surrounding area and tidied up his work station.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.