Juuzou Tattoos Novels & Stories

And there it had been. The tattoo. An inverted triangle. A snake curling through it. It had only taken a glance for Jaden to recognize it. People outside the underworld believed tattoos were decoration. Style. Art. But in the circles Jaden moved in, tattoos were language. Symbols. Declarations. When he joined the Yakuza, the ink had not come all at once. No one earned that privilege so easily. Every mark had been given over time, added slowly like ranks stitched onto a uniform. Each piece carried meaning, history, proof of loyalty and danger.

unzipping my jacket to reveal the black v–neck crop top with laces holding the back together that i was wearing underneath and my tattoo. I have a black rose tattoo at the top of my back, and one of a dragon that took up the remaining space on my back, “cool” the boys say while Liz and Dee stare at my back with their mouths open, “here goes nothing” i mutter to my self before turning around so they could see the piercing on my belly button and the tattoo of a bleeding heart with broken wings being suffocated by vines and thorns on my stomach. Dan whistles while draping his hand on Jades shoulder and i see her struggle with a big ass grin, i smile and wink at her and she blushes. Eliza laugh

that's why many snakes keep circling him around. And one thing that I like him after these years is the white snake tattoo in his left neck which definition of pure and innocence, which really like him. It was my own definition. "Matar, it's time to go back to the head quarters," Jirou said coldly so I nodded and dropped the cigarette on the floor before stepping on it. "The cleaning team is here." I hummed and walked towards the doors, there's no footsteps that you can hear even we are walking with heels. Jirou keeps her white hair in a ponytail while her poison eyes are glinting to the dark as she leaves this shitty building.

I browsed the pages and excitedly showed Joseph the cursive font I have chosen for our tattoo. I always showed it to Jupiter to hear his opinion on it. "IM Fell DW Pica?" Joseph read the font name and turned to me. "Yes, but I want it to be in italic style. Also, I prefer to have it in lower case. Is that okay with you, babe?" I asked Jupiter and he simply nodded in agreement. "Great! I guess I'll have it first and you follow right after me." "Sure! But let's take a break first? I'm sure Joseph here needs to relax his hand for a bit." Jupiter suggested and the tattoo artist laughed and agreed.

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

Chapter 237 "Keep an eye on Tyson. Report his every move to me!" ... Jean didn't know where she was. When she opened her eyes again, there were four beautiful girls around her. They took care of her with great care. She ate and used the most luxurious. The pain on the wrist was gone, but there was an new tattoo. The tattoo was like a rose, with long thorns on the twining vine, a bird had been stabbed through its body and the branches were red with blood.

As he spoke, the 49 purple-gold flames interlinked once more within the rapidly spinning cluster of holy lotuses around James, forming a vast purple-gold flame shield that surrounded him. The next moment, the purple-gold flame shield erupted with mysterious energy, which formed into nine multi-colored lotuses. Chubas exclaimed, “It’s the last of the Three Treasures, the Jacinth Blossom. Unless something unforeseen happens, we’ll likely witness a Xurraeus variation again!” Zemra reminded, “Keep track of how many colors they are.” Chuba promptly extended his Zen toward the purple-gold lotus around James. However, his Zen was repelled instantly.

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’