Juuzou Suzuya Tattoos Novels & Stories

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

"You passed out before we even left the parking lot. I didn't want to wake you." "I guess I owe you for the impromptu nap," I mumble, stretching slightly. The headache is gone, replaced by a strange, light warmth in my chest. "You're welcome," he chuckles, and I reach for his hand, holding on to it. His sleeves are rolled up to expose the tattoos on his wrist. I trace my fingers along the Roman figures, intrigued. They seem to be a certain date. Kaziel sucks in a sharp breath as I continue to trace the tattoos. I frown, noticing that there are bumps underneath, like scars. I sit up abruptly, and he pulls his hand away from me, rubbing the back of his neck.

Friends of Kalf. “You're finally awake. I can't wait to play with you." Rio said while carrying a knife in his hand. He walked over to Suzu and started slashing his knife on Suzu's body. “Ahhhhh…What do you want to do to me. Let me go. Suzu asked Rio. Rio who heard Suzu's words, he laughed loudly. “HAHAHAHA...!!!! YOU TOLD ME TO LEAVE YOU, DON'T EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN." Rio shouted in front of Suzu Kim.

He sat up and pulled his singlet up to reveal the large tiger tattoo taking up his whole back. “You look like a real gangster…” Cory huffed. Reese shrugged. “Nothing that can be seen when wearing a shirt…” “Hmm…I guess…still it makes you look like an old Japanese gangster or something…” “I’ve always liked the yakuza style of tatts so…” He shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer straight from the can. “Want one?” He held the can up and indicated to a cooler next to him. Cory reached out and grabbed a beer from the cooler, opening it with a satisfying sound and drank deeply.

As they were responsible of why her cute and charming little sister experience hell and became like this— a coldhearted individual. This tattoo was the same on Aoi Akuma's nape, yet it has a different weapon penetrated on its skull. On Aoi Akuma, it was a dark blue bullet while on Zitrey it was a black sword with crimson light reflecting on the moon and dark clouds. Even the ball sockets were crying in crimson blood. Seeing this will envelop you with the vibe of creepiness. Moreover, the tattoo was covered in deep scars, like it was hit several times by a sharp weapon. And right now, a new wound was gonna leave it's marked on her sister's white skin, adding to the agony Kate felt. “Kate, you

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

I grip Izzy’s hands as the sensation increases and witness the intense purple around her body fade into the same white around mine. I suddenly feel a slight burning on my neck at the junction of my shoulder, but I can feel the burn moving. It reminds me of that tattoo I secretly got when I was sixteen. At the same time I feel this burn on my neck, I can see an image appearing on Izzy’s neck. Lines are being drawn on her skin as her marking sigil slowly appears until it takes the form of what kind of looks like half a love heart with an S going through it and two dots in the centre. I wonder what the one on my neck looks like.

It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close. Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, half-naked with droplets of water traveling down his cut abdomen. He has two small tattoos—two lines of script at the top of his right pectoral muscle. One is in Arabic and the other is in Japanese. I don’t understand the first, but the second is a saying in Japanese that literally translates to ‘I want mine.’ Yeah I can read Japanese, I took classes cause I really loved watching anime. And I really didn't understand what the meaning of his tattoo meant.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...