Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

I let out subconsciously. My eyes lit up as the face of Jimmy, the scout, caught my attention. He happened to be one of the reasons I wanted to be Alpha. His smile gave me courage, and his determination made me want to work more. His wolf was cursed from the moment he was born, which made him unable to pass the promotional spars, which left him as a scout. He couldn't hold a sword; his curse wouldn’t let him. There was also no form of scar on his hand to show that he was the one who attacked me that night. The assassin knew the art of Tai, but he could barely tie a knot. What was Kyle getting on?

CJ said as he pulled her sister hand forth "What are you doing?? Jasmine asked looking confused Just then CJ drew three little star on her left wrist "Hey stop, let me take a look at that " she said as she looked at what CJ was holding.."I don't want a permanent tattoo " Jasmine yelled and CJ was Astonished "This one is permanent?? But what of the you use on your right wrist " "That one is temporary dummy, what am I going to do now?? The tattoo is not even equal and it looks ugly and what is with the dot here?? Jasmine frowned

Based on his outfit, he was not a local. Dragon Scale was stunned. Before she could ask, Dragon Head introduced him to her, “This is the VIP I invited from Japan, Kazuo Yamamoto.” Kazuo Yamamoto? Dragon Scale frowned a little. She felt like she had heard that name somewhere. All of a sudden, she remembered it. “Are you the current tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas?” Dragon Head gave her a big thumbs-up. “Wow, you’re quite knowledgeable. Like you said, Mr. Yamamoto is the tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas. I purposely invited him from Japan to deal with Thomas.”

I prompt him after I remembered that my claim is on the back of the neck. Sure enough a beautiful mark had emerged. The traditional mark that Jace and Cassius had was there but on top of it was more "Its two swords, one blue and one gold. They are intertwined; two handles, one blade. It looks like a really cool tattoo." I describe to him "I love it already" he replies flipping me over and tickling me. I laugh even though I'm not ticklish but because I'm so happy. And to see Seb like this with his guard down and his emotions on full display makes my whole world.

The tattoo snaked around his hands, disappearing into his tank top before journeying up to his neck. His yellowed teeth was on full display as he stared at me. I just stared back at him, eyes unbothered and void of emotion and complaint. " You ignoring me?" He asked, inching closer. I knew him. It did not matter if I wanted to or not. He had so many notorious comments going on around that it would almost be impossible to not know him. Kimura. The big thai man that was rumoured to be a mafia boss. " Kimura get back to your seat" one of the prison guards boomed. His eyes did not leave mine for what felt like solid seconds.

he mused, "my heart beats fast too." Mona let out a breathy laugh. This man was dangerous. Her gaze dropped to his arms again, where his tattoos stretched up to his neck. She hesitated, then—without thinking—she reached out, fingertips grazing a tattoo that looked like an old, intricate map. Kane inhaled sharply. His entire body went rigid. Mona didn't notice. She was too busy tracing the lines, too busy being mesmerized by how warm his skin was. Until he moved. A sudden shift. A slow, deliberate stand.

However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles. Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

She ventured back in and sat on the chair. "I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible. The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.