Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

Bethel's Pov: I sat with my legs crossed and focused on my book. And not long after, he came out of the bathroom. Oh My God! No no. Bethel resist it. He was tying just a towel around his waist and had water dripping from his hair down to his bare chest. And... What? He had so many tattoos - a lot of them - all over his chest and left arm. Oh my God! This was the first time I was having such a view of his body and damn...it was so killing.

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

His chest and shoulders showed most of this and as usual his perfect six pack stomach never failed to make me want to lick my lips. I had left my blinds halfway up to get some of the cool night air and there was a fair amount of light coming through from the street lights. In it I could see the reflection of Mark's back in my bureau mirror. Mark had gotten a summer bonus from the construction company he had been working with and had gotten an enormous Baphomet tattoo that covered just about his entire back. My parents had freaked, however not as much as they would when they eventually saw the smaller version that Mark had paid for me to get on the small of my back. The tattoo was less than t

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

He keeps wriggling, trying to flip Bethany away from his back, but she holds very tightly on him. With a start, I realize that the tattoos on his upper body are covered in puncture holes that look dark and hideous. Bethany removes one hand from his neck and, in a swift movement, she digs a small, pointy dagger into one of the dark puncture holes in his chest. Serarion screams like he's on fire. "Get off!" the Liminal roars, slamming his head back into Bethany's jaw. I hear a crack, but she just grunts in pain and tightens her hold.

His fingernails were painted black, and his face closely shaved. Rhett had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, exposing the tattoo of the Triquetra on the point of his cheekbone beneath his left eye, something he had added to each of them that morning and planned to add to Aislen when they brought her back. The small tattoo had been far less painful than the one on Heath’s back of the river house, though Cameron had a different opinion. For someone who liked sex with a side of pain, he’d complained throughout the tiny tattoo.

Beth murmured. Cole nodded and looked at his hands. "She has a brand on the back of her right shoulder." Beth leaned forward. "A brand. Tell me what it looks like." He shrugged slightly. "It's a circle about this big," he formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger, "and it has three spiral circles inside it." "Fuck me," she breathed. "That's just like my victim." She swiped open her phone and cued up a picture, handing it to Cole.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”