Jalen Green Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then I noticed something peeking out, it was a tattoo, a poor covered tattoo but I didn't put too much mind on it. I went inside to get a bowl of water and a towel, I started cleaning him gently, his whole body then I noticed that the tattoo was finally coming out fully. It was the freaking same tattoo that I saw from the person that tried to kill Glen at the hospital and the one on Conrad, were they all in the same gang? "This just keeps getting crazy," I said softly as I laid him back on the bed but Glen pulled me in as well falling on his body. "Please don't leave me," Glen's voice was soft, almost broken, "Addison... don't leave me..." he held me tighter once again.

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

He jumped up growling with smoke coming out of his nose. Wait, smoke out of his nose. “Are you a dragon?” “What?” Ajax had ran over to look at my tattoo. “Jarek is a dragon right? Its either that or his insides are on fire.” Grandpa just started laughing. “He is. He is also a big baby. He just got your tattoo on him.” Jarek huffed ripping his shirt off and turned around. The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

I said. "Alright, oh goodness, thank you." She said and hung up. I sighed and looked up at the bright sign of the pub. "Well, change of plans." I muttered. I am momentarily looking at Candice's phone on the way to the hospital. It needs a password but the screen was her (I recognized), a man and a woman, which I presume to be her parents. She was wearing a toga and she got medals of all sizes worn on her neck, some sashes, a bunch of trophies and certificates. As if the medals were too much for her, her parents had to wear the other medals and they had to hold other trophies for her. They were smiling widely, Candice's eyes almost seemed like nothing but a curvy line. She has slanted eyes wh

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.

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.