Jalen Green Tattoo Novels & Stories

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

The man asked. Alpha Jake showed him his arms. "Just write Leilani on it." Alpha Jake answered. "It's gonna be a little bit painful Alpha Jake." The man said. "I'm ready, do it." Alpha Jake replied. He smiled at himself. "Now whenever I feel that you are so far from me, I will look at my arm and see your name Leilah, I know it felt crazy but I'm so crazily in love with you." Alpha Jake said in his mind as the tattoo man started working his wonders, he tried hard not to scream but it's really painful, blood came out like a fresh wound and he supported the hand with his other hand.

And then I see him. Jalen. Standing there in a tan suit, with a white neat shirt and a tan tie. Both of his brothers stood as groomsmen. He looks amazing with his low hair cut with it being a little longer on top and back. It was cut into a modern-day mullet. His beard was also neat. And he was crying like a baby. I reach up and wipe his tears. “It’s okay.” “This is the happiest day of my life,” he says. “It’s mine too.”

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.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

Then the bald boss went to get busy mixing drinks. I looked around, curious about everything here. I had lived in New York for such a long time. Having lived as a human for so long, the world that was mine now gave me a sense of unfamiliarity. "Come on, tell me, how did you find this place? Who are you exactly? Don't try to play games with me. Just answer my questions straight." Jaydan did not say anything more, just silently pulled up his sleeve to reveal a prototype with a complex pattern of tattoos. The moment I saw the tattoo, I fell silent. I recognized this Celtic-style tattoo. I couldn't be more familiar with it.

Until that little dare. They wanted me to get a real tattoo. Something small but edgy. A delicate crescent moon wrapped in thin, twisting vines, placed just above my right hip on my lower back. It would peek out under cropped tops and make me feel like I belonged. At least that’s what I kept telling myself on the drive over. The only problem was the artist. Jax—my stepbrother. Twenty-six, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles, covered in dark, aggressive ink that crawled up his arms and disappeared under the tight black t-shirts he always wore.

“You're not training with Dane today. Neither with Napoli, nor will you practice Muay Thai with Collins. He tossed his black jacket to the side and for the first time I got a glimpse of his biceps and discovered that he has tattoos on one of his arms. They look like Egyptian hieroglyphs, letters and a compass. I always kept in mind the numbers that she has tattooed on her fingers, but my fascination with it made me ignore them all this time so as not to lose my temper. I find that detail very attractive, but now that I see it... I don't know how I'm going to control myself.

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.

From where I stood I could inspect the tattoos which ran down his back; mostly tribal, a pair of wings and a snow covered tree between his shoulder blades. I found tattoos fascinating. I had one, from before I came to Jay. I'd wanted another but Jay pulled the papabear on me and refused to give permission until I turned 21; not that I necessarily needed his permission, it's just that I'd rather not have a grumpy Jay to deal with. He, on the other hand, was covered with tats. But I guess they all linked with either his gang life or prison life so I think that was why he was so reluctant for me to have any. "I've told Cole he can spend the week on the couch," Jay said to me, forcing me to tear