Joestar Star Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

How could she tell him that his every touch exhilarated and frightened her in equal measure? “Then we should do something about it.” Behind his head, Calleigh could see the Byzantine white domes, arches, and sharp spires of St. Marco’s Basilica. Sunset caressed his handsome face in warm reddish-pink light. “Here, querida.” Gabriel took the coat he’d carried on his arm and wrapped it around her. He was so handsome, Calleigh thought in a daze, as she tied the belt of her coat. So starkly powerful, wearing a black coat over a black shirt and black pants.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

“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.

Roberto’s heart began to beat very fast when he saw she had the same mark as him. “You also have a star tattooed on your collarbone.” She dropped her garment and pulled down the neck of the cloth. “I have the same star because I gave you that tattoo. Haven’t you ever wondered how it got there since you never drew one?” She asked. “My father said I was born with it, and it means I’m a special child!” Roberto yelled. She scoffed and walked closer to him. “Truly, you are a special child, but you weren’t born with it. I drew it for you.” Roberto’s hands grew weak from pointing his gun at her. Many thoughts crossed his mind, he tried putting one and one together to make two.

“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.

J. At the same time, Eleanor was startled after noticing something odd: there was a star-shaped tattoo on Mr. J’s right neck. Even Eleanor had to blink repeatedly to confirm that the tattoo was indeed a star symbol. Though eventually, that part of the tattoo was covered again by Mr. J's jacket. Eleanor was immediately stunned. The star symbol reminded her of someone Jonny had mentioned. For a few seconds as she stared at the tattoo, Mr. J released his grip and pushed Eleanor's face away.

They were beta, gamma, and several warriors who joined the hunt that night. "You have a new tattoo?" Ed said while punching Aland's muscular stomach lightly. Aland felt his stomach tattooed with pictures of plant tendrils entwining each other. The tattoo was to cover up the scar from the silver stake Jonea had drawn. A lifetime, Aland will never forget it. He perpetuated the scar with a tattoo. "When did you come back from the border?" said Aland. "You look thinner now. Did Hunter give you too much work there?"