Juuzou Stitches Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

I opened my eyes, giving him a petulant look. " I found the perfect tattoo," he smiled, moving my hair out of the way and running his fingertips along a line behind my left ear, "I'm going to do it right here, little delicate blood-colored roses. Beautiful and with sharp thorns, just like you.” I took a deep breath, biting my lips, trying in vain to keep my body from reacting to him, then giving up. Bringing my hands to the back of his neck, I pulled him back to me, lying down on the gurney as I kissed him. Joshua brought both hands to the hem of the long t-shirt I had borrowed as soon as we got back from the cafeteria, lifting it without any hesitation.

hurt someone in the game,They would disqualify us, ”the grandfather thought for a moment,“ look young people if there is a seal but, I don't think you will stand it, ”luck did not like that and rather asked,“ what kind of seal, ”John's grandfather replied, "It is more like a tattoo, but in itself you will always have it, but it is activated with the wearer's blood, they are interested, this seal represses 40% and is durable," luck thinks about it and tells him, "the tattoo is ugly," the grandfather laughs, "it is seriously that worries you, worse it is not an ethogram with a circle that says retention in Latin and in each beak a wing," luck tells him, "then it is fine, but in case it no lon

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

As the view up ahead was just more sandy road and trees lining on each side; and I only hoped we made it to where we were going before nightfall. I turned again and saw Izon, holding onto the horse's reins firm; with his knuckles almost going white as his face too, stood steeled and focused on the road in front of him. He sat with his legs slightly spread and his loins flowing downwards to the ground; covering his groin but revealing the muscles of his torso. And I squinted as they held tattoos the same as the ones all across his shoulders and chest. I frowned as I realized he seemed to have tattoos drawn everywhere? "You really should stop staring at me..." he said sharply.

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.

CJ said as he pulled her sister hand forth "What are you doing?? Jasmine asked looking confused Just then CJ drew three little star on her left wrist "Hey stop, let me take a look at that " she said as she looked at what CJ was holding.."I don't want a permanent tattoo " Jasmine yelled and CJ was Astonished "This one is permanent?? But what of the you use on your right wrist " "That one is temporary dummy, what am I going to do now?? The tattoo is not even equal and it looks ugly and what is with the dot here?? Jasmine frowned

He couldn’t say anything. Andi wasn’t sure how she felt about him staring at her like that. His eyes were intensely focused on her body. She started to turn away to keep him from judging her when he seen the partial tattoo on her back. Jace spoke up then. “What’s that?” She looked over her shoulders, to meet his gaze again “What?” “That on your back?” “It’s a pair of scissors and thread.” “Why scissors?” The real reason was that all three girls had gotten tattoos of their perspective symbols but she dint want to explain that to him. “Its for when the thread of life is cut. I told you were Greek.”

“To get something like that the regular way would take hours and a world of pain.” Juke chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to face Kirk. “It’s not a tattoo as you know it,” he said, an amused grin pulling at his lips. “It’s my mark, a seal of our union.” Dale reached for Juke’s arm, his fingers tracing the intricate lines of the full-sleeve tattoo. “And is mine just a smaller version of yours?” he asked, a note of wonder in his voice. Juke nodded, his expression proud. “I was born with mine. All the men in my family are.”