Kevin Gates Face Tattoos Novels & Stories

Kevin felt the intense gaze of an Alpha, and when he looked up, he flinched as he saw Thaddeus eyeing him up and down. “Who are you?” Thaddeus asked, his eyes narrowing on the tattoos covering each arm. Kevin shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn't sure why it seemed like the Alpha didn't like his tattoos, especially when his body was covered in them. “I'm Kevin. I'm from Red Wolf pack.” “Ah, Mike's pack. What brings you here?” Thaddeus asked, his unfriendly demeanor turned friendly, and Kevin relaxed. “He's a botner and runs the lab at Alpha Mike's pack. He's helping me look at samples in my lab,” Kyle said before stuffing his mouth with cheese curds.

Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to see him standing there, anger etched on his face. "Who the hell are you?" one of the men spat, his gaze locked on Kevin. Kevin smirked, his eyes flashing with a hint of danger. "Let's just say I'm the guardian angel she didn't know she had. Now, I suggest you release her before things get ugly." The goons, filled with anger and arrogance, confronted him with defiance. "Who are you?" they bellowed, their threats falling on deaf ears. Kevin, unruffled by the goons' menacing display, met their aggression with a calm resolve. He casually brushed off their attempts to intimidate him, even as a knife was brandished as a warning.

I furrow my eyebrows and stare back at him. After a few moments, he continues. “That person told Chris about Katherine’s birthmark and Robert’s tattoo with your name on his chest. The tattoo seems to be something that has really irritated or irked whoever is leaking the info. Do you know of anyone who would get upset by Robert’s tattoo of your name on his chest?” I furrow my eyebrows again and slowly shake my head. No one comes to mind as I comb through the various staff. There has to be something that I’m missing.

The roads were paved a dark cement and the grass on the sides of the road were browned and crisp to step upon. The guard at the gate was a tall bulky man; he was bald with large claw marks going down the left side of his face. He wore black body armor that covered his torso with red flames imprinted on the chest of the armor. Jonathan noticed he had the same red flame symbol tattooed on his right bicep. Jonathan rolled down his window as he approached the guard. “State your business,” he said, his voice deep and intimidating. “I’m here to speak with Alpha Graham,” Jonathan told him.

Kevin rubbed her hair. Rina feels uncomfortable with the presence of that forceful man inside the Sweet Kiss Nightclub. She tries to hide herself by tying her hair in bun style. She added a tattoo sticker on her left cheek, not sure if it works out to camouflage herself though. Kevin only laughed at Rina panicked actions, he pinched his junior flustered face. "Ouch!" Rina pouted. "You're so cute Rina, I can glomp you" Kevin still pinching his cheek.

I can’t explain the wild urge to watch that bastard. After escorting the satisfied and heated girl into his tent and giving her a smack on her juicy butt, Kays remained alone outside for a while. Carefully glancing around, he took off his upper clothing and appeared bare-chested. In the moonlight, his body looked utterly unreal and damn seductive. Saliva filled my mouth as I watched how provocatively and sensually his muscles rolled beneath his tanned skin, outlining every curve and line. However, what immediately caught my attention was that there were no karpits on Kays’s body! From his arms, across his torso, up to his neck — there was a continuous black tattoo, without any patterns!

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

The scar on his face ran down one cheek, making him look meaner than before. “Strip,” he said. My mouth went dry. “What?” “You heard me. Take it all off.” I shook my head. “No, I'm not doing that.” He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees. “You think you have a choice? We own you now. Strip or I’ll rip it off myself.” The door to my left opened and Kael walked in. His dark hair was glistening and his blue eyes were undeniably enticing. The tattoos snaked up his neck and disappeared under his shirt. He looked even better up close. He was broader than Ares and slightly taller.

Kevin turned Bella around so that he was now above her, as he kissed her fervently, not until she was out of breath did Kevin finally left her lips and went ahead and trailed smooth kisses down her collarbones, but then ab idea came across his mind that he had to mark her as only his, he didn't know why he was feeling jealous to not have been part of her life for the past few years, it was such a crazy jealousy but Kevin could not help himself with it. Kevin trailed his kisses down her collarbones, she still tasted the same, it was only after he left a mark, a big hickey did he then left her before he once again went back and kissed her on the lips , he was satisfied with his art, it was a s

“You know what we can do?” He shook his head, “No Cathy, no.” She came closer and whispered something into his ear. He considered her idea for a moment but refused to show it. If there was any indication that he was interested, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. She had a knack for convincing people into doing things. Donovan sat in a tattoo parlor chair, his left hand extended. The tattoo artist carefully inked his father’s name, “Davis,” onto his skin. It was a symbolic gesture, a permanent reminder of the bond he shared with his father and the values he had instilled in him.