Kevin Gates Face Tattoos Novels & Stories

What captured my attention was a square-shaped bandage wrapped on the left side of his chest. "Remove it," He ordered me indicating that bandage. I am not very decent at dressing wounds cause the blood scares me. I carefully removed the bandage and what I saw made me gasp with shock. "You like it?" Kevin asked. I was still not out of shock at its sight. It was a rose inked on his chest with a sword in place of its stick. And the leaves were curved around it in such a way that it calligraphed the letter 'R'. His skin in that area was a little swollen and slight redness was visible around it. He had so many tattoos already then why this... that too his chest. I wanted to know.

Time passed by second by second. Around eleven o'clock, a car approached. Kevin's body suddenly straightened up, his eyes fixed on the familiar license plate. 2888. Wasn't that Donovan’s car? His heart raced uncontrollably, and he saw the car door open. Three men coming out. The tallest man in front had a fierce scar between his eyebrows, earning him the nickname Scar. No one knew his real name. Some referred him as Donovan, some as Scar. Two men followed behind him. At the gate, the guard respectfully greeted them, and Donovan mumbled a reply before walking straight in.

𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒏𝒐! There was a tattoo on the top side of my pussy, an initial of K but it’s curved on the edges. I was right; his name was Kian, and he did this to me. He tied me, so he would brand me or whatever messed-up ritual this was supposed to be.

But that wasn’t the case, so I quickly stepped in front of her, and glared hard at her; she slightly flinched back but not enough to help even if it was, she wouldn’t back down. “What do you want?”, she asks. “You to stay the fuck away from my mate.”, I say while putting my hands on my hips. She rolls her eyes, before saying, “Why on Earth would he want to mate with someone like you?” “What the hell do you mean?”, I asked, slightly pissed. “Easy, neither of you of a mark, so he’s a free man.”, she says. “Oh…..”, I say before turning around, I bite down onto Kevin’s area where the shoulder and neck connect; after letting him go I spin and face the bitch before saying, “Now, he’s marked.”, wit

There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview with a bob hairstyle and also the tattoo of his name, Shane, beautifully designed with a little wolf between the tattoo of his name and his mate's tattoo. There were many others that he refused to let us know their origins but I was sure they had something to do with his past life as a backstage musician since there were some tattoos of microphones. “Ivan has grown some muscles,” I heard Carlos say and I turned to see all of them shirtless, flexing their muscles and counting their tattoos. “Put your shirts on, gu

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

I grumbled. “Go right ahead,” he laughs. “Mommy, you said face tattoos were painful and I couldn’t get one. Why can Brother Valentine get a face tattoo when I can’t?” “You wanted a face tattoo?” Valentine asked Marvel. I sighed, handing Marvel his toothbrush with toothpaste on it. “He saw a picture or video of Post Malone and said he wanted to have color on his face too. I told him no and had to explain what tattoos were when I caught him drawing on his face with markers.”

His fingers grazed the rough, marred skin of her scar. Guilt stabbed through him and beneath it, a dangerous spark of something else. Electricity. He clenched his hand into a fist and pulled away. “I’d say she’s a rare kind of woman these days,” Kevin murmured from the doorway. Gabe hadn’t realized he was still there. “What do you mean?” he asked, not turning. “Most women would do anything to erase a scar like that,” Kevin said thoughtfully. “Seek out witches, perform rituals, make deals they shouldn’t. But she kept it.” He tilted his head. “Makes you wonder what kind of battle she went through to earn it.”

“You didn’t know you had one?” “I don’t,” I said instantly. “I’ve never had a tattoo. I hate needles.” His smile widened, slow and knowing. “Interesting.” My intrigues were immediately plagued. “What does that mean?” I pressed. “Means,” he said, turning toward the door, “that you’ll figure it out eventually.” What does that mean? “Gavin—” I called out as I forced my heels on, running after him. “What does the tattoo say?" “Not important,” he interrupted lightly. “We have to hurry, we don’t want to keep the system waiting.”

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.