Jon Bernthal Tattoos 소설 & 이야기

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

Karl gets up from the couch and stalks towards him, stopping to cross his arms and lean against the archway. “Nolan says his brother was a member of that gang, and it’s said that the design of their tattoos tells you what rank you were. Doesn’t seem like yours was all that big, I’m guessing you weren’t that big a member then,” he snorts. Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, wind

He hands me a set of clothes and I change into them. I feel clean and a little better. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground. I swallow a large lump of saliva. My eyes roam his body. Wow, it's fucking amazing. Toned and made up of muscle. My eyes soak it all up. Gosh, this image will forever be in my head. I'll probably be dreaming about his body tonight. It's now where I see the full view of his tattoos. I want to know the story behind them. He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

Jerald was in front of me and I looked at his trouser. “Seriously? You look like pervert,” Jerald said and I looked at him in the face, is he serious? “Come on,” He said. He gave me his hand and helped me to stand. We walked into another room, and believe it or not… it was Kalona, the famous tattooist. She is best known for a phoenix tattoo she done on a celebrity here. “Boss and bosslady! Sorry to keep you waiting, come on in.” She said, I smiled and looked at Jerald who just raised his eyebrows.

I set the basket down, crossed to the window to pull the curtains back, then turned toward the bed to strip the sheets. And froze. Leon was still there shirtless, lying on his back, one arm flung above his head, the other resting low across his stomach. The sheet had slipped down to his hips, low enough that the deep V of muscle disappeared beneath it. He had tattoos of thorny vines, intricate crosses and ravens curling over his chest, ribs, down his sides, stopping just above the waistband of whatever he was (or wasn’t) wearing under there. The same viper tattoo Silas and Law had coiled low on his abdomen, tail vanishing beneath the sheet.

She was sitting with her legs up, and Charlie would only have liked to obey and demonstrate the abilities of his tongue. "I think you're a good choice!" she said Britney was helped by Phoebe, to apply the lotion on Charlie's back and buttocks, while Konstantin applied the needles on the top of his buttock, to tattoo "OSO". "You're branded, now" the Russian declared when he finished. John, and Jim were discussing with Scarlett Red the terms of the transaction. "His training is not finished yet, but I like his personal investment." Charlie had a little trouble putting on clothes after so much naked time, and they were hanging on his painful back.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

Connell glared at Alex, wishing he had daggers to toss at the man. “The Shifters have a bigger problem than they know.” The Beta looked at Connell with a smile. Alex looked at him like he had lost his mind. Connell grunted, then grabbed his shirt. He went to put it on, but stopped. The brand was still too new; he needed to let it heal a bit more. He walked out of the trees, walking toward the houses that were hidden by the forest. Many of the women watched as Connell walked toward his house. His muscled chest had tattoos that covered his pecs, then went down his arms like sleeves. Most of his art told a story about his life. The one that said mom was about the love he had for his mom. She ha

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”