Novel & Cerita Kevin Gates Face Tattoos

If it weren't for the fact that Tianna was assigned to be in the same group with him, and she had such lousy cards, Kevin had to sacrifice himself to protect her from losing. Tianna felt a little guilty, but when she looked at the three of their faces streaked with black lines while Kevin's was still clean, the little devil in her heart couldn't help but secretly grin. "Hurry up with it," Kevin scoffed at his sister. For someone like him, of course, he had never used anything like eyeliner before. The brush, neither too thin nor too thick, swept across his face. He only felt extremely itchy and kept wanting to dodge it.

Keiran I pack my car in front of Vaughn's house and as usual, there is a mask on my face. We are meeting today again, as Kye and lone wolf and I'm here to alter his suspicions that Kye and Keiran are the same. I'm not going to easily agree to go naked and even if I do, he will find nothing. I have not been home all day as I have been working on concealing my tattoos temporarily. It will seem like I don't have any of them.

Kai hissed, eyeing the surrounding people. The doors to the Gallery burst open and four people rushed in. Three women and one man. The man wore a satchel across his shoulder. He's an elderly man with faded warrior tattoos, but the Gold tattoos on his hands that signifies him as a healer were still shining brightly as if he just got them painted.

Chapter 107: Moonlight –A few hours ago– The office was quite except for the sound of the scratching of a fountain pen. Keegan Sergeyev sat behind his desk with his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the faint hint of ink stains and his dark, intricate tattoos that snaked along his forearms. His eyes were sharp and fixed on the papers in front of him, where his signatures were needed to seal shipments, alliances, and other business matters. Out of nowhere, the door opened with a gentle knock.

Kieran’s POV: That tattoo, it was something that I had never seen before. I paused at the fact that it was my name. Even though it was disguised, I knew. The tattoo was a minimalist crown sharp and angular, unlike any royal insignia I had ever seen. Below it, a date. A subtle set of Roman numerals, the same day he got appointed as my guard and below that, in small, precise script barely larger than a whisper: "Even if it ruins me."

I got even more excited. As I got closer, a guard came out of the hut at the side of the gate. He was wearing an official-looking uniform, and his name tag read Kevin. He sniffed the air and then growled at me. “What does a piece of trash like you want?” He asked me with a disgusted look on his face. “Entry. My sister was supposed to have a mating ceremony last night. I was invited, but got delayed. I know I’m late, but I would still like to see her.”

laughed zoe crossing her arms slightly leaning on me. " I feel tormented" confessed kevin. He slowly turned to face us. I couldn't help but laugh. His face, red lips, pink cheeks, that black wierd thing on eyes that looks sexy on woman but not on him. I looked at zoe in amusement. "Why would you do that to my man?" I asked. "Your man?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "One of my important man" i corrected. Kevin grabbed a bottle and splashed it on his face.

Hell, I was fully aware of how much he fucked girls, he changed them as frequently as he smoked. “I don’t like my name on your skin!” I said pointedly, making overly exaggerated heaving noises. Kevin smirked, the piercing on his lip gleaming in the club lights, “Who says it’s your name? You don’t own the word. Besides, I just particularly like that word, Angel. I was looking for an inspo for a new tattoo and it just fits,” He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics.

I chanted in my head. Gavin’s eyes narrowed. Like every other male in this ship, he was handsome, tall, broad shoulders and I could outline a well sculpted body under his shirt. He also had a tattoo on one side of his neck running down to his shoulder and disappearing beneath his shirt. He was hot but his body was the last thing on my mind right now. “Nara, I’m really not in the mood to do this with you.” “You can’t just accuse me for something that I—“

"I'm going to take a shower. Make sure you clean up after eating." "What do you mean? Don't you want to eat? I cooked all this for you myself," Blake said as Kevin entered the room. He closed the door, removed his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. Unexpectedly, the door swung open instantly. Blake was startled at the sight of Kevin covered in scars. "You..." Some of the scars on Kevin's body were from knife wounds, densely packed and impossible to count. There were also marks on his back, close to his heart, seemingly from gunshot wounds. 'Oh my goodness, what has he been through?'