Jon Bernthal Tattoos Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Benjamin doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has a mole on his left thigh, near his hip." "Here?" Bertha asked, pointing to her left hip. "No, here," Zayna corrected, pointing to the upper left thigh—an area private enough that only someone who had seen Benjamin without clothes could possibly know. Bonita stared at her phone with a hollow look. The video sent by Velica made her fingers tremble violently. A whirlwind of thoughts ran through her mind, and she felt on the brink of losing control until a knock at her bedroom door broke her spiraling thoughts. It was supposed to be her precious day off, but apparently, peace of mind was not in the cards.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

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.

He gave Belle a faint smile. “You looking for him? Come on back, girl. Our prince has been torturing himself for a while now.” Belle’s knees felt weak, but her feet kept moving past the partition. There, on a leather tattoo chair reclined halfway back, sat Bastian. He was shirtless. A thin layer of sweat coated his sculpted chest and abs. His jaw was clenched tight, enduring the pain as the tattoo artist continued working. Casually, the artist wiped the left side of Bastian’s waist with a paper towel and cleaning solution, removing the mixture of ink and blood that had started to seep out.

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.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

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