Kevin Gates Face Tattoos Novels & Stories

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

He said. I cursed myself and Chase for not having a ring on my hand. It'd have been so great to flash the rock in his face, have him know that I mattered to those who matter. But no part of me bore the evidence of someone, only my vajayjay. “I don't think there's more to know.” I shut him down. “Last I heard, you were doing drugs.” I added. “Well, you aren't so current.” He smiled. Kevin's facial bones were more defined, jutted more, made him look harder, and definitely hotter.

Trevor’s POV “You know this could’ve waited till tomorrow, right?” Kevin looks over his shoulder to where I’m walking behind him into the garage in his house which looks more like a workspace instead. “It couldn’t,” I say lazily, dipping both hands into the pockets of my sweatpants. Kevin has on something similar, only that his toned upper body is shirtless. Didn’t take him for a workout guy, but his physique is pretty impressive. The broken nose he gave me the day we sparred in the school gym has long healed, but it now explains why he had such a mean hit.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

The sky’s clear—live now, love them. Kevin Talon leaned against a trellis, claws retracted, his pine-and-smoke scent a steady anchor weaving through the clearing, a new scar—a thin line across his forearm—visible under a rolled sleeve, a mark of the Veil’s final stand. His dark hair was loose, brushing his jaw, amber eyes warm, tracing vines, softening as they caught Sam—Mara’s laugh, Jasper’s hum, Lila’s twirl. Love was his root—Sam safe, the pack whole—but wisdom tempered his edge, a vow to cherish, not just protect. His claw mark tattoo pulsed faintly, a red glow binding him to her, grounding him. Shade, his wolf, growled low, gravelly but content, his black-and-red form sprawled in Kevin

The pain had now totally stopped. “The pain you were feeling was coming from the damn tattoo, Anna.” He walked away from her and started to check in the cabinets for something. “The tattoo artist probably messed up, and now it’s infected.” Kevin took out a bowl and a spoon from the cabinet. He then opened the other cabinet and took out a box of cereal along with a cart of milk. “It’s not infected,” She argued with him, causing him to laugh. But maybe it was a good thing. Maybe she should just lead him to believe what he already believed. He should not know about the crazy deal she had to make to bring their mom back from the dead.

“I’ve always had my suspicions from the day we met that you were a shifter.” Kevin detected a sneer in the curl of his lips as he said, “You’re under arrest, Mr Logan.” The dark-skinned bodyguard quickly moved to detain him, but Kevin resisted. Then his eyes fell on the tattoo peeking above his shirt. It was a drawing of two wolf's eyes. Kevin felt his heart racing in his chest. Why didn’t I think of this the whole time? His horror-filled gaze shifted from the bodyguard and focused on Lawrence, who sat with a calm expression.

We found out that it was a girl and i couldn't be more excited. Kevin's mother has been visiting more too. Now that she was remarried, she didn't have much time but she does bring me delicious treats every once in a while. I turn to look at my mate and he kissed me on my neck where my tatoo rested. After my Alpha ceremony, kevin had brough a private tatoo artist to the territory so i could get the same mark on my neck that lookes exactly like his. When i asked him where he got the money to bring a private tatoo artist, he said "I got it from my mom's husband. If he wants to be with my mother, then he should expect me to reap him off."

They were part of the Marvel club as I used to joke with them, they were crazy but they were incredible people, Kevin my best friend, personal tattoo artist and teacher on the subject, had commented that if he managed to get the job he would tattoo the company logo for me, but I would have to do it and that would be the first tattoo my best friend would ever let me do. It was a very nice night we laughed, we messed with each other, we drank wine and ate until we burst, and when they were about to leave, Kevin told me that he wanted to get something marine tattooed in honor of his grandfather, who had been a fisherman, the comment of the Marine tattoo reminded me of the majestic, exquisite an

But before I could enter, a familiar voice rang out behind me. "Isla! Isla!" I froze, turning to see Kevin fighting his way past the security guards. His face was flushed with anger and determination, his movements frantic. Confused, I glanced at Betty, who looked ready to intervene. I held up a hand, signalling her to stop. My curiosity got the better of me. "Let him through," I instructed the guards, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. They released him, and he strode toward me, a bitter smile twisting his lips.