Novel & Cerita My Tattooed Bully Nextdoor

I was impressed with the artists’ works. “We’re here because my cousin lost a bet, and we need a tattoo artist that won’t mind maybe tying him down and inking him against his will,” Kimi said. I rolled my eyes. Nobody could say my sister wasn’t honest. The woman chuckled. “It depends on what you want on them, and who they are. What was the bet?” “I kicked his ass at pool, so now he needs to get the words ‘Insan Sevenler’ inked across his chest,” she explained.

He was a creepy gothic-looking kid who was friends with just about everyone and never seemed particularly depressed despite his all-black attire. "You do?" Mrs Kendall looked confused. "Hmm. It says under the 'Don'ts' not to hit the bully. If someone bullied me, I wouldn't just hit them. I'd pin 'em down by their ears so they could look me in the eyes while I bit their nose off," he explained. "Okay, Felix." Mrs Kendall nodded and rolled her eyes. Nobody would dare bully Felix. 'I wish I were more like him,' Jamie thought. 'Why can't I be confident like him? Why can't I say those things?'

I gave the guy a polite nod and took a chug of my drink as I just wasn't in the mood to make friends with anyone after hearing Kieran's name being blurted out by Freddie. The guy with the blunt chuckled, moving his eyes over my body and took another long drag of his smoke. "You don't wanna speak with me" I bit my lip. I didn't want to speak with him but maybe.....maybe he could help to serve as distraction. I roamed my eyes all over his face, down to his body and saw that he wasn't that bad looking with his dark brown eyes, bleached hair and tattoos. He was the typical cool bad guy that would have ladies killing for him.

Don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Except maybe Ty and Ruby. I grab my phone and open the group chat. They're still sending worried messages. I start typing, telling them everything. About how Tyler—date Tyler, not my Ty—talked about himself the entire time. About how he lured me to his car. About what he tried to do and how I slapped him and how James nearly choked him out. The responses come fast and furious. *I'm going to KILL him* *Tomorrow at school I'm punching his face*

Smear red lipstick on, shove my hands in my hair to give it some bouncy waves before I walk out of the house in a mini black heels. I'm like a caged bird, barely out. So when I step out, I make it an occasion to look my best. Hot and dripping sexiness. It's the reason everyone wants to be friends with the introverted milf next door. It's also the fucking reason I can bring myself to meet Jay and Jimmy, the badass twins who run the tattoo shop a few blocks away. The first time I saw them when I moved in, I almost lost my morals for a nasty fuck.

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

However, if you look closely, you can see some differences. I asked, "Everyone in your organization has this tattoo, right?" He nodded, "Yes, young lady, doesn't this tattoo look very elegant and cultured? Quite tasteful? This is the mark of our Bloody gang. I am the Capo of the New York region..." Unexpectedly, a burly man could also be annoying when he blows his own trumpet. I cut him off, getting straight to the point: "2 years ago, in Black Court Alley, a group of thugs with the same tattoos as you stabbed a man to death."

She could spend a long time looking at them. “ This is my favorite....” He told me. “ I wonder why? “ He said suspiciously. She laughed. The tattoo said "love" in Japanese script. “ Marlon... “ It says... “ Why am I here? Why aren't we outside?” He asks worriedly. I took a deep breath, not knowing what to say. She put her hand on my face and looked at me. “ Did I do one of my scenes? Or I made a scandal.... “ It does not matter anymore...

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

But my own plans, though seemingly more structured, were fraught with their own complexities and challenges. "I'm just planning on taking over my pack as the next alpha," I said, trying to sound confident and assured. Jules nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential prey. It was then that I noticed a new student approaching us, her head held high and her eyes blazing with defiance. She was unlike any other student I had seen—stubborn and strong-willed, with a fierce determination that radiated from her every pore. Jules, sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, moved in to bully the newcomer, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. But the girl was no pushover, and soon a fier