Klaus Hargreeves Tattoos Novels & Stories

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

He looked so peaceful yet so… I couldn't get a name for it. I traced my fingers over his extravagant tattoos, most of which were a mixture of ravens, artistic guns and bleeding roses. Was he ex-military or mafia? Or both? Because if he was, that'd be cool. The man who chose to hide behind a mask and answer a quirky name — GunsAreCool. The man who gave me the best blowjob of my life.

Alenna remained on the ground, breathing hard as she tried surely to take in her mistakes. "Does it matter?" she asked, getting up slowly, Klaus offered her a hand, the Bratva's tattoos were for life, he himself had his tattoos perfectly camouflaged on his chest and shoulders, his father had raised him to be the intellectual, the public part of the business , so having visible tattoos linking him to the mob would be counterproductive. His little sister, on the other hand, was quite marked at her young age, getting up, the girl looked at him intensely "Why are you with Nikolay's girlfriend? Did someone hurt her?"

"Right? He is a fucking weakling. All that lightning and those claws and he still needed to hit me when my back was turned. Pathetic looser." Korgath watched her eat for a moment. His eyes moved down to her arms, where the torn sleeves of Draevon's shirt hung open, revealing the dark ink beneath. "I have to ask," he said, gesturing with his big hand toward her tattoos. "Those tattoos on your arms. I think I have seen them before. Or heard about them, somewhere though. A long time ago." Kaelithra stopped chewing. Her spoon hovered halfway to her mouth. The stew dripped back into the bowl as she looked at Korgath.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Finlay holds out his wrist, pulling up the sleeve of his robes to reveal the triple moon on his wrist, a key sitting in the full moon. “Uh, fine.” I pull up my sleeve, checking my wrist, to find a triple moon. “I didn’t even realize it happened.” “Weird.” Harris comments, he’s the quietest of the bunch. “It hurts like a damn bitch, and stings for days.” “Maybe I just have a higher pain tolerance.” I shrug, but his confession has me wondering why I was immune to the pain. Instead of dwelling on a question I can’t answer, and don’t want them focusing on, I change topics. “I hope my mom doesn’t freak when she sees the tattoo.”

I took my AirPods out of my ear and took a water break, I was checking what other people were doing I recognized some faces and then one of them stopped dead in my tracks. He was… Here, Mr. Arrogant ass. He was doing some deadlifts, I can't help but look at his muscle, He's wearing gray shorts that reach his mid-thighs, Sweat drips down his chiseled body, and when he turns around I see that he has two big tattoos of leaves on his back, spreading horizontally on the back of each shoulder. There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor.

“It’s time they knew the cost of silence.” And as Elias Hawke turned to leave, the camera caught one last thing: A tattoo on his wrist — a hawk in flight, split by a dagger.