Juuzou Suzuya Tattoos Novels & Stories

Brunette hair and crisply chiseled jaw. His face so handsome, resembling that of Logan’s. His height, tall like a tower, is literally the same as Logan’s. Underneath the man's image are letterings in an indecipherable language. However, I see a name drawn in the form of a tattoo across the man's arms. Yazi. Momentarily, I pause as the name strikes a chord in me. It sounds so familiar like I’ve heard it before. I rake my mind to remember just where I’ve heard the name before but I just can’t remember.

Colt had the club and I have the tattoo shop. “Is there anything you guys can’t do?” Jasper asked shaking his head. Turning, I gave him a genuine smile. “I can’t pee standing up...” “Smartass.” Jasper muttered as Emmy busted up laughing.

For a moment pity flashed in Judy's eyes before she asked, "Do you have anything specific in mind or shall I offer some choices?" "Have you ever done a scalp tattoo before?" Xavier asked. "Look behind you." Judy only said, waiting for my answer. Xavier and I turned around to see a wall of pictures of different types of tattoos, from intricate sleeves to scalps, and quotes. "Did you do all of these?" Xavier asked in awe. Judy nodded and handed me a tablet, "Take a look at the designs. See if anything inspires you."

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s