Novel & Cerita Levi Ackerman Tattoo

Chad remained silent, waiting for the right time to react. A tattoo bearing the surname 'Stanson' seemed to be branded on his back, confirming Chad’s suspicion further. But did he need to do this? He glanced towards Jade. She was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking. Just then, Levi Stanson whisked off his scarf, providing Chad a clear view of his facial features. He was incredibly handsome, albeit that a long scar extended from his cheek to below his chin. Could that be the reason he hadn’t wanted to appear before Jade directly? Chad wondered.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

"Is that for me?" Ace looked down at his body, mostly to avoid the certainty in Liam's eyes. He was heavily-tattooed, as befit an MC member, and although tattoos generally meant something to bikers, this one was special. It wasn't his biggest or most intricate tat – that was The Fallen Angels MC logo tattooed across the whole of his chest – but it was the one that he loved the most. "Yeah," Ace mumbled, since denial was pretty fucking pointless. "Of course it's for you. You know it's for you. I don't even know why you're asking me that."

Questioning it. Lucy turned around and showed off her tattooing equipment. "I tattooed that Eagle. And this is my first tats. I'm fine." She was arrogant and even raised an eyebrow at Amira as she told the story. "I want to, that's me too." He promised and barked. So Lucifer laughed because he seemed to be talking clearly. "Where do you want to put it?" Questioning it. "In that chest!" This said loudly and Lucifer was surprised. "Wait, are you shouting now?" Lucy exclaimed at him. "You too, I just imitated you." Its smile. It was as if Lucifer's heart would melt at Amira's smile. "Wear a helmet, I don't want to see your face. It's ugly." He said rudely and turned his back on her. Amira never

Smirk widened. “What?” I loosened my grip slightly. My eyes trailed down his body. Fuck. His chest. Right over his heart. My name in bold script: “Levi.” A small crown sat above it—like the one on my neck. From his ear down the side of his neck: “Lë:vi” in elegant Italian script. Then across his lower abdomen, where the V dipped toward his groin: “Levi King” in thorned lettering that wrapped around his hip like it was claiming him too.

I couldn't free myself so might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I looked at the students and saw the biggest line for the tattoo Booth. We had successfully convinced, Mr. Frederick (teacher in charge of fests in school) to allow a tattoo booth and call a professional tattoo maker. It turned out to be the best idea ever. There were plenty of guys and even a few girls in the line. As we passed the Booth, I heard a faint scream from inside and shuddered thinking about the oozing blood. Thank God I didn't want tattoos. My mind drifted to Ace, he had two tattoos clearly but I knew he had more on his chest and back. Why did he do them if it pains so much? Did he want to cause pain to himself? If

Amy nudged her on the elbow and wiggled her brow funnily. "Why do you want to know?" Loreen shoved her away and raised her creased brow at her. "Well, I helped you escape for a while. Don't you think I deserve to know?" Amy's face puckered a little, and she gazed intently at Loreen. Loreen rolled her eyes and dropped the bat stick in her hand to the floor. She pulled her shirt and slipped out of it, revealing her whole body filled with different unique and beautiful floral tattoos.

he muttered, assessing me like I was a new product he purchased that he wasn't sure he liked. “Walk with me; we have a lot of things to do today,” he said and immediately turned around. Damn, he was a serious one. He looked like he was irritated by my presence. Kinda missed Lucas now; he was more playful and very much sweeter. Levi didn't seem to even want to be around me. As I followed Levi, my eyes automatically began to look for a scorpion or viper tattoo around his ankle but he was wearing long jeans and socks that covered his ankle. I would have to look into him later.

Then the door opens. And then there’s Levi. He’s tall, just as his pictures suggested, with broad shoulders that fill his simple grey t-shirt. His brown hair is a little messy, falling across his forehead, and his eyes... they really are green. A deep, earthy moss, crinkling at the corners when he smiles. He has subtle, tasteful tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves – abstract lines and geometric shapes that look thoughtful, not aggressive. He just seems... cool. My gaze lingers on the subtle bulge of his biceps as he gestures, a quiet pull that registers even through my anxiety.

Levi turned to Mark for the hundredth time since his check-in with Zachary and Carlos over an hour ago. "Exactly what you told her not to do?" his partner replied for the hundredth time as he moved through his adjoining room, picking up his toiletries and stuffing them inside his luggage bag. He paused and frowned at him through the open doorway. "Shouldn't you be packing?" "I was done with that yesterday morning when I was ready to fly back home, remember? I only have a few items to put away," Levi reminded him as he leaned on the doorframe and watched him organise his life. "Anyway, Zach said she went to some dodgy tattoo place and bought a gun! Who does shit like that? Who buys a gun on t