Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

She said before storming out once again. Jason shook his head and sat back down. Aaron gave me a look, and we snuck off to the backyard. We were there silent for a while before Aaron got up and took off his shirt. I bit my lip as I stared at his psychic. He had well tones abs and strong muscular arms. And as if he couldn’tbe anymore sexier, he had a tattoo on his side. It said rebel. "Care to join?" He asked. I glanced over my shoulder at the backdoor before stripping down to just my underwear.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

The wolf is ghastly pale and fit for his age. From where I sit, I can spot the head of a lion tattooed on his biceps. It covers the whole of his forearms too. The neck has something scribbled in a language I cannot comprehend. ‘Bhan, what would like to have?’ The blonde hottie beside him passes him the menu. It takes him less than a minute to determine and order. Then his attention is back on his friends again. He chuckles at something a hazelnut companion on the right says.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

While this was happening, the rest of my posse joined us, and Char animatedly whispered what she had been witness to so far. "I've got a tattoo." His wicked smirk had my mind instantly going to the gutter. I remembered seeing a few the other night and had to wonder which he was going to reveal. Reached for the edge of his shirt, I swear I heard my female posse all swoon when he lifted it to show the simple wolf design curving over his left hip bone. The teasing sight of his delectable, toned skin made me want to see him fully undressed again and at the mercy of my sensual desires. Before I could make an idiot of myself, he dropped his shirt and checked that off. "She needs three phone number

It was easier to lie when he couldn't see Karen's eyes. “Were you happy when that happened?” Karen asked, and there was something gentle in her voice. Genuine interest, without judgment. Sebastian let out a dry, humorless laugh and rolled up his shirt sleeve, revealing his left wrist, where the tattoo 385900 was permanently marked. He ran his thumb over the numbers, a gesture he sometimes made without realizing it when he was nervous or thoughtful. “No,” he said simply. “Why not?” Karen leaned forward slightly, genuine confusion on her face. “You have a family. You were rescued and got out of there.”

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.