Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

she challenged. I raised my eyebrow at her. Putting the pizza box down, I took off my jacket and showed her my left arm. "You got a new tattoo?" she gasped. Nodding my head, I peeled the bandage off slowly and showed it to her. “ K a r a ” Those four letters were forever inked on me now. The size wasn't too big and it was surrounded by a bunch of other tattoos I already had, so people won't really notice them unless they were looking for them.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

Kenkyo nodded as if he understood what his Uncle Kumiz meant. "Up!" challenge the man who has a flower tattoo on his neck. Kim Jae is feeling challenged. He dashed forward excitedly. Kim Jae's head hit the uncle's stomach and pushed him with all his might forward until the man's back hit a power pole. The man was seen complaining of back pain. Kim Jae did not waste that opportunity. He blew his fist, then slammed the fist right into the lower jaw of the man's chin. The bandit's head with a flower tattoo on his neck, seems to be spinning rapidly as a result of Kim Jae's very hard punch. His body fell to the ground and didn't move anymore. Maybe fainted.

“I just want to have more taste of you, I won't do beyond that if you don't want,” “I want us to stay like this for a while,” I said, touching his face. He nodded. He buried his face on my neck, kissing. I knew it was going to leave a mark. “The tattoo on your chest….it is Japanese right?” I asked, he nodded. “Yes,” he answered as he kept grazing my neck. “What does it mean and why did you get it?,” I asked, and he stopped kissing my neck. “You don't have to tell me, I was just curious,” I said with a small smile.

I asked dropping the damsel in distress act. "In a basement" He replied and I sighed. "Do you work for someone?" I questioned again. "Yes, you'll meet him soon, don't bother to ask," He replied. "Aren't you a clever one? Tell me how you know who I am and why the fuck am I in a basement?" I demanded, he take off the shirt he was wearing revealing a tank top with inked skin. My eyes caught the Jaguar tattoo on his back as he turned to pick up his machete.

And now she bore his mate tattoo—a mark that should have been shared equally between us. But why did it matter? I had no claim to her, not really. I had no right to feel this burning resentment, this… ache. My hand twitched toward my phone, and I dialed Daiki before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and even, as it always was even in the face of danger. “Master Damon,” he greeted. “I assume you’re ready to leave.” “Yeah,” I said, my voice low. “I need you to pick me up.”

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Kazal smiled apologetically at her after he situated himself on the seat Miyu saved for him. Somehow, Miyu noticed that there is a glimmer of deep blue inside Kazal’s hazel eyes. She was about to comment on it when she saw Kazal holding a number card on his lap. “Sire, don’t tell me you will participate?” Miyu’s eyes wavered in disbelief. “Well…” Kazal dithered. “I guess you can say that.” Miyu snickered. “I thought the sapphire didn’t catch your interest. So you ARE interested in it, huh?”

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.