My Tattooed Bully Nextdoor Novels & Stories

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

He whispered, “I have a lot of tattoos under this uniform. Wanna see?" "Not now." He laughed mischievously. “You can get tattoos?” "Yes, I'm a tattoo artist, working at Johnson parlor." "Gallery Row?" “New branch, in Sante Alley.” He nodded slightly. His legs moved cheerfully. “I want to tattoo my body in a special part next time. Can you make one?” "Sure, anywhere, I'll make it." I played Sea games on purpose just to get my revenge on that steroid overdose bastard. How does it feel to see your boyfriend being teased by a thug, hmm?

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

The mother man steps closer to me, “thanks to these stupid occupants, we know your small room hasn’t installed panic buttons and so on.” I shout shrilly, “wait, who you are? You’re not Austin’s friends!” The landlord Tara warns me, that some poor persons a few doors done had been butchered by bad men, and the kills are prowling around for the next victims. I grab the phone and want to call Jordy, but the tattoo man’s hand curls into a fist and swing at my face. There is a split second before the pain kicks in my nose, and I hear the shatter.

Aaron snarled, and out of the corner of his eye, Gabriel saw that he was standing in front of his father, finger raised "I don't know what kind of vandals you are creating in this house, but rest assured that if your son approach my sister again, so I'm the one who's going to make your lives hell, you know? Fuck! What kind of bastard bullies a younger girl, for Christ's sake..." "Bullying?" Edgar repeated, incredulous "But... Gabriel... My son would never do that..." "Do you know? Fuck you and your son! And you better never go near any Vamcap again, if you don't want me to break both of you!” Aaron growled, walking over to where his mom and sister were still hugging “Come on. Let's go home.

“I swear to god Axton-” “I’m sorry” Axton starts, stepping close to me. He doesn’t reach for me, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “For the bullying, the hitting. For all of it. It was wrong, and I never, ever should’ve done any of it. If I could change things, mate or not, I would.” the drop of the word mate makes me tense. “They know. Cassandra found out, and they overheard her hate speech” Axton adds, and then he's gripping my shoulders and turning me around. Adam, Axton’s closest friend clears his throat.

I don’t understand how he can make a whole school scared of him. Sighing, I head to my bathroom en suite as I start pulling off my clothes. A bath is what I need right now; a bath and some music, because thanks to the bully next door, I have something that needs attention. I’m just about to step into the tub when I hear my phone ping with a text message. I go back to my room and grab my cell from the bed where I tossed it when I came in. My heart skips a beat when a name that I haven’t seen in two years, pops up. I open the text and read it, furrowing my brows. JP: Do Not Touch Yourself!

It was mostly his friends who did the physical bullying, but sometimes Steve would intervene and stop them. He wasn't really a bad boy, just a teenager like me. Suddenly, Maggie interrupted us with a serious expression on her face. "Listen guys, I have to tell you something," she said, and we stopped to listen. "I found out who hurt you," she said, worry etched on her face. "It was Russia's most powerful mafia king, Sebastian Federico. His men are the ones who hurt you both." "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

“There’s a man down, I can’t up and leave.” “Do you know who those men were?” I held the cigarette, watching the bottom glow in the night. “They belong to Don Favelo. They’re the only gang in the area who tattoo flamingo’s on their neck. He has been trying to get me on his side for years, but I think he’s a shady bastard. I didn’t know you were the ones watching my house or I would have run out guns blazing.” “Without clothes I presume.” I offered him my bloody shirt. “How do you feel about hunting?”