Jalen Green Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

A deep voice husked and her eyes shot straight to meet with jade green ones and she tensed up. The guy was now facing her as he lazily leaned against the slab. She was taken off-guard by his looks. He appears to be a complete replica of Rasmus. His height and build were the same, massive, and impressive as Rasmus, but this guy has jade green eyes, so cold and cruel. There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

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.

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

I asked again. "Here's a tip to confirm if it was indeed Grantt during our first encounter. They said Grantt doesn't have a tattoo on his back, while Greel does. At that time, Grantt had a fake tattoo to mimic Greel. When you get the chance, check if Grantt has a tattoo on his back or not. If he doesn't, then everything I told you is correct," Jud added. Check? No need; he was willing to show me everything, anyway!

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 grabs a coffee and starts to head towards the door but before he can get outside a couple of the pack teenagers come rushing in resulting in one of them bumping into him and spilling his coffee all over his wife-beater. He laughs it off and sends Coby the boy responsible for the mess off to make him another coffee while he takes his shirt off and the second the black material leaves his back a gasp leaves my throat. There on the bottom of his neck is a bright and colourful tattoo. It's a large stem with 4 or 5 flowers coming off of it, each flower a different colour and brightness, and underneath the flower, there is a name in big red letters saying J.A.Y. Immediately my heart starts poun

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive