Mikasa Ackerman Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes narrowed at the two tattoos he saw inscribed on Adrian's back. "You don't belong to the Accardo's group, neither do you belong to the Forbes, nor to Ryker Darius and this in no way looks like that of the Dahmers." Marco snickered as he pulled down the shirt, "I bet they charged you a lot for such a lousy tattoo. Although I give it to the person for perfecting the drawing." Adrian wasn't fazed by it. While Jordan tattooed the skin of the other while putting only a singlet, Adrian clearly saw the same tattoo he drew on them on the man's back.

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

I replied softly, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of his hand tattoos. As my fingertips glided over the designs etched into his skin, I couldn't help but marvel at their uniqueness. His tattoos are very peculiar. Unlike the tattoos sported by his friends, Ace's ink seemed to tell a story of its own, each symbol and pattern holding a mysterious allure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as I felt his hand sliding inside my panties, his touch warm and comforting. His hand lingered just there. "Ace," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Mikayla anxiously quizzed. "Sorry dear," Silva shook her head, "I cannot see that far, but because your powers have awakened, they will find you." The corners of Mikayla’s mouth turned down with disappointment. "Your birthmark should be very unique, Mikayla.” Silva cocked her head to the side and asked me. “Have you seen it?" "Yes," I stated. Her birthmark, which is in the shape of a star on a stem with five dots arranged in a curved line beneath it to resemble a smiley face, is located on the top of her right ass cheek.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I needed her to see. Katherine froze. Her eyes dropped to my chest, landing on the left side, right over my heart. There it was. The dark, detailed ink of a butterfly with jagged, intricate wings. "The tattoo..." she breathed, her hand reaching out, her fingers trembling as they hovered just an inch away from the ink. The sandalwood incense... the voice in the dark. Mikel? It was you? You were the man in the mask?"

She added with a smile. "Let me see the pics you took?" Grumbled Jessica with her palms open. Vivana then turned handing her phone. She repeated looked keenly trying to understand but nothing was of proof. Turning on the lights, the brightness from the tattoo blinded and immediately Vivana managed to notice what it was. "That's the tattoo the guy... Franklin Moonlight had. Exactly the same though his was on the finger." Vivana certainly added. "Does it hurt?" "No. I don't feel it at all. Though I had a little back ache. I thought it came from the fight I got into today."

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

“It goes away after a few weeks.” Her eyes lit up. “Can I get one too?” Rosa ruffled her hair. “Of course, princess.” We picked our designs—Rosa chose an intricate floral pattern for her wrist, while I opted for a delicate crescent moon on my ankle. Francesca, of course, insisted on butterflies on both hands. As the artist worked, Rosa smirked at me. “We should get real tattoos next time.” I scoffed. “I don’t think Alaric would be thrilled if I came home with a full sleeve.”