Juuzou Suzuya Tattoos Novels & Stories

She cut a pathetic picture at the moment. He smiled and leaned forward as if to share a secret, "I figured it out the day after I was attacked at the restaurant, while I was fighting your men off, I noticed that all of them had two overlapping SS tattooed into various parts of their body but mostly on their upper body. I knew the attack came from someone in the underworld so I dug into someone who has those two SS as their initials and found you but then I noticed something odd, not everyone that worked for you had the tattoo, I admit I was stumped." Yoshiki smiled as he paced in front of the cell.

Suzie pouted, “you’re so much cooler than I am. I only had sex like three times, and none of them were any good.” “Poor you,” I said, pouting with my best friend. “I know! That’s why I’m waiting until I meet my mate. And I’m too busy doing, uh.. beta stuff. Oh!” “Yes?” I asked, waiting for Suzie’s epiphany. “What?” she said, looking around. “You said Oh!” Suzie shook her head, then nodded. “Oh! Yeah, I forgot to tell you I called Raiden so he can drive us home.”

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

Shizu's mind try to reason with him when the sound of car horn brought Shizu back to reality. He look at the person and asked, "How can I help you?" The guy pull down his sunglasses and his grey eyes look at Shizu. He is wearing a white tshirt on which he has covered himself with a green blazer which perfectly suited his white skin complexion. He had a piercing in his left ear. Looking at him Shizu instantly came to a conclusion that the guy is either mix breed or a foreigner.

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

"Affirmative." A man in dark blue wash jeans, a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirts and black boots, walked up to the car and yanked the door open to see a woman hanging upsidedown, unconscious. His brown hair was cut short, showing of the red rose tattoos on the side of his neck. Though what really caught the eyes of everyone else that day was the death symbol tattooed on the back of his head. A skull and two bones forming a cross with fire burning through them.

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

Su Ling take out ten cupcakes on a brown bag that she pretends to take from her bagpack . " Owhhhh .... so sweet of you... thank you youngest young miss.... then have a good rest " He nodded and turn around and walk away quickly .. he disappeared before Su Ling enter the room . " Ermmm .... what a nice room" There's few racks of books ... few models of military jet... a cabinet full with his medals and few pictures and their picture on his table ...in a frame facing the chair behind the big table . " Ah Tze... there are papers under the picture... it's a code .... " Juju said. ...