Kevin Gates Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

No, I haven’t been alright in a long time. He snorts and turns around, walking back to the door. I’m not sure what to stare at. The tattoo starting at the end of his fade haircut and disappearing behind the collar of his black shirt—it’s a dragon…from the little I can see at least, painted in red and black ink—or his hair in that bun. When he gets into the driver’s seat, shuts the door, revs the engine and honks thrice at me, I glance back at the tall gates of my home. My prison.

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

This time, I'll take on that bastard with all my strength. After making Kevin a cup of chocolate milk, I took a shower. In the bathroom, I took a closer look at my body. Oh my God, Jack made it sweet. There were three red marks decorating my neck and chest. This cannot be allowed. I have to hide it from Kevin as much as possible if I want my life to be saved. Towards noon, Kevin left again without saying goodbye. I watched him from inside my boutique which is located next to my house.

Kate widened her eyes, and tilted her head to look at the man, "What nonsense are you talking about!" Kevin curled his lips, raised his clenched hands to his mouth, and kissed him softly, "What? Can't you pray? Are you planning to give birth to a child, raise him up and then let him attend our wedding by the way?” Kate twitched the corner of her mouth, it sounded weird… Kanye was irritated, slamming the table, “I disagree!” Kevin turned his head, and sneered, "I just came to tell you this, not to ask for your consent." He took out a small box from his pocket, then opened the box and took out a ring, which he put directly on Kate's left ring finger.

I normally wore a watch and a bracelet to cover it up, unfortunately, it was not enough to hide the entire tattoo. I smile at the memory. It is a tattoo of a lock with a piece of chain on it. The key and the other piece of chain was on Kain's wrist. It was a matching tattoo that we had got the first year of our relationship. It was his idea and I was smitten by him so of course I did what he wanted, besides it was just a tattoo. There was a knock on the door that startled me. "Heila I left your clothes on the hanger, please hurry so I can do your hair."

“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.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

His beauty was charming and alluring. Twisted thoughts crept into my mind as I gazed at his soft lips. I closed my eyes and lightly slapped myself. “Wake up, Iris, you already have a boyfriend.” I looked at him again and noticed a strange emblem on his shirt, resembling a coiled fiery dragon. Curiously, I asked, “Kevin, what’s that on your shirt?” He looked at me with clear sarcasm. “Are you really that ignorant, or are you just trying to find an excuse to talk to me?”

His hard chest came into view and I ran my fingers down his torso. His arms and the whole of his torso were covered in tattoos. I had admitted to him the first time I let him fuck me that his tats were a turn-on. I stroked his chest and his abs gently as if I was handling a fragile object. Kevin bit his bottom lip and guided me towards the edge of the pool. He had me trapped between him and the wall now as he pushed his body against me.

From the very first time, Kevin left to join the Navy, he came back inked. Two tattoos, one on his back, the other on his waist. He was only seventeen then. He would cover it up when his mom was around. But he couldn't stop it from finding my eyes. I would spy on him by the pool, trying to get a closer view of his body. He was fine then, all lean, and serious. Who wouldn't want a peep of that? I hid behind the date trees by the deck and watched him like any stalker would. The view I got from him, never left me disappointed.