My Tattooed Bully Nextdoor Novels & Stories

He looked cute; if not for the black appearance, I could have considered dating him. Nah! He took a step back. "I... I don't want to rape you." He stammered. "We'll just have a nice time together." "Yeah, do I look like a kid to you?" I questioned him. He really was dumb. Or was he trying to play a nice guy? My eyes caught the tattoo drawing which was on his upper arm. It was something like a dragon. Oh no. All the blood drained from my face and I turned pale. My mind went back to the neighborhood I was in; there was a gang that troubled the neighborhood so much that they became something like their kings.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

I say as I enter inside and sit on the bench over there and wait for him to call her. He is talking on the phone. I can see he is telling her that I am involved in some fight caused due to a girl. Can he stop saying that? Why would he say that I am involved with a girl? She is just my friend? Arghhhh!!! I see around and see that there is another guy over there. He has the weird tattoo pierced on the right side of his neck. I have never seen a tattoo like that. I guess it’s an archaeopteryx with an anger in his eyes. Why would someone want to ink that weird bird on their body?

I gulped my anxiety clutching on the stick of my floss as the familiar voice hit my ear drums! They wore their bully gang's hoodie they had designed for their Wild Wolves Gang. Dark blue galaxy kind of hoodie with a wolves deadly picture imprinted on it in the centre and the name of their gang written in the extreme centre with a bold lining in blood red aggressive font. I took few steps back trying to make a way out of this mess. They only wore this hoodie when they decided onto doing something real worst! And now the worst was for me! Shit Valen, you should not have messed with them!

Strands of his brown hair rested on his face, but they only seemed to highlight his handsomeness. “I… I don’t think you should be walking with me, Leon.” I said, rising to my feet. If anyone saw us, it could bring me unwanted attention. I hadn’t gotten over the bullying from last year. I didn’t want another one to begin. “We walked together when we were kids. What’s the difference now?” Leon chuckled, and the memories I wanted to push aside, resurfaced. But looking at the sincerity on his face, I couldn’t refuse. We were neighbors as kids, and we had played together every single day. Even our parents expected us to end up together once we were old enough.

A boldly written tattoo covers the left side of his chest. I read the dark ink marring his skin. Malakai. My name. When I meet his gaze, my heart feels like it is going to tear apart. I swallow at the hard lump in my throat. I don't care, I never asked him to do anything for me. The tattoos are not the only changes, are those nipple rings?! I stare at the silver piercing that protrudes from each nipple, which somehow makes his body more attractive. "You wanna taste them?" Pierce smirks and I flush.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

I can't push him because if I do so then the t-shirt will stretch including its neck which has a circle neck, because his hold over it is a bit tight, then he will be able to see everything inside with no effort. " Please leave. What are you doing? Stop bullying me! " I yelled in panic as I found it hard to breathe when he deliberately teased me by running his fingers over my belly. His fingers are cold as ice and they are going God knows what to my sense but I am seeing stars just by his touch on my belly and some warning bells ringing in the background of my head. Like he got his sense back he pulled away and like always he frowned in disgust. Here we are again!

His bass voice breaks me from my reverie. “Big dog! My dude!” He slaps my shoulder and shakes me. Ryan's, like, the dude who thinks he's the werewolf Casanova. Dark hair, always perfectly tousled like he stepped out of a shampoo ad. Athletic build, like he could bench press a truck or something. But seriously, his cologne is a bit much – like, calm down, man, we get it, you're trying to impress. Anyway, Ryan's got that whole 'I'm too cool for school' vibe, but hey, it seems to work for him. We've been friends since my parents died and he's been very loyal, so all in all, I trust him more than anyone in this pack even though he can be “excessive” sometimes.

When I tapped the bell on the lacquered counter, I heard someone from the back immediately start shuffling toward us. “This is a bad idea,” HJ warned from behind me. He stood so close I smelled the mint on his breath. “Then, leave. I don’t need you here if you don’t want to be.” When the tattoo guy rounded the corner, I glanced back at HJ. “Okay, now I really don’t need you here.” He growled at my wink, but my attention was back on the tattoo artist. His greenish eyes popped against the bright green of the walls. Black designs on his neck contrasted with the white collared shirt he wore.