Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

My thoughts drifted to last night- **************FLASHBACK**************** I had taken my second sip when Zen’s driver arrived at our table. The man seemed to be even larger than Zen if that was possible. I only noticed because they didn’t have the barrier of the front seat between them. What looked like the tattoo of Japanese umbrella-pine tree, kōyamaki peeked out of the man’s collar. Out of respect, he removed the cap he wore to reveal a closely shaven head then bowed low, apologizing in Japanese, ending his sentence with the word Waka-sama. My eyebrows rose. What could the man mean by calling Zen that?

Someone was here. I pressed my back to a wall, peering around a rusted metal beam. There he was. Kaz. Sitting on an old crate, shirtless, tattoos sprawling over his muscular arms like warning signs. He was thinner than before compared to his pictures, scruffier—but that dead-eyed look, that aura of danger? Still very much intact. He lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. I stayed hidden, watching him. Memorizing the space. One exit behind me. Another at the far end. No sign of weapons, but I wasn’t naive.

"He’s Japanese-looking, but sometimes he’s not always Japanese-looking, depending on how he styles his hair. Asians kinda look the same, shit be confusing.” I take that personally. “You realize that I’m Asian, right? I’m Korean.” “Yeah,” she responds carelessly. “Bet you’ll blend easily with the Chinese if you go to China.” She doesn’t fear me anymore. “All I’m saying is that you can’t really tell if he’s Japanese every day, so focus on his tattoo. He has a king tattoo on his body,” she continues. “Anyone can tattoo king on their body,” I snap back, shifting from one foot to the other because my knees still hurt hella lot, and I cannot stand for a long time.

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.

he asked with a light laugh which sounded so sexy. I scolded myself for acting like a school girl in front of her crush. Everything about my ex could make your mouth water. Though I didn't need to feel embarrassed admiring his body because we were a couple, I couldn't help it. Any woman could easily go gaga over him and do sinful things for this man. I couldn't blame Lolla at all. With a bikini-wrecking smile, he raised his right arm and placed his hand at the back of his head so I could see his tattoo clearly. My eyes widened. His tattoo was my name in Kanji characters. Below, the translation of each character was written in English alphabets.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

As soon as he turned on the shower a loud moan resonated in the washroom which startled him for a moment but he composed himself and cursed under the breath. 'What the fuck, who puts such a thing in the beginning?' The moans and groans soon became muffled in the midst of the sound of water flowing on his shoulders gently, of course how could the droplets dare to offend or scar his skin as they flowed down stealthily travelling his his shoulder towards the spine where a tattoo rested. Of course, I believe you can comprehend what it could be because Kazen had the similar half pattern and it seemed that the other half was possessed by Ekai Enzo.