Narcissist Survivor Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What are you waiting for Crinka? Just suck me already" "Exercise patience Sia, after all I do need permission to suck you". "I give you permission. Fuck just suck me already. I'm getting impatient". I stroke his dick slowly, taking in the tattoo on his dick, I am getting turned on just by doing this. "What is it for?". "Hmm?", he asks eyes closed. "The tattoo. The one of a tiny dick. What does it mean?". His eyes flew open. "It's personal". "Everything is personal for you Nasia".

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

“...with not just one precious, but two, the other to save us from ourselves. Neither he or she shall rise until need be…” “Your name shall be that which your earthly parents give you, and your God says you're precious! You are welcome my child. You are protected. You are loved. Try to live in peace with your kind” The Oracle finished making her way backwards to the doors, her head still facing down. “What did she mean another will save us from ourselves?” Naya questioned. “I am sure that was rhetorical. No need to underline her words” the calm brother waved his hand. “We cannot present such words to father without knowing their meaning” the other brother probed shaking his head.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Kristina asked, her brow furrowed. "Alvira," I began, my words still coming out in short, panicked phrases. "That... That tattoo she said she saw. About what she told us she saw. She saw a red dragon... blowing fire... at a wolf.” Kristina’s expression remained patient, encouraging me to continue. "A red dragon and a wolf? What does that mean?" "It's... it's the tattoo she saw," I said, my voice rising slightly. "The tattoo on the man who held them captive. The man who... who might have killed Nathan and... and Hero's parents.”

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

Nate's hold on my hand tightens into a grip. Gosh, Killer is so massive. The side of his forehead is plastered with a bandage dotted with a large red stain, which is obviously blood. His upper lip is split, the bruise now swollen with a purple colouration. A long straight scar runs from the left side of his mouth up towards his earlobe. He is shirtless, his black tattoos covering every inch of the skin of his neck and chest and shoulders and abdomen. His tattoos make me wonder why Nate doesn't have even one. I thought it is like a formal tradition for all fighters to have at least two or more tattoos on their bodies. But damn, this guy's tattoos are like legions of dark ink crawling all over

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

"Here, look. Aren't they cute?" He shows me a picture of two massive crocodiles basking in what looks like a concrete enclosure. They look terrifying. "That's... that's disturbing, Luca." "Nah, they're sweethearts. Well, to Dante. Everyone else they'd probably eat." He pockets his phone. "The point is, Dante's been through some shit. But he survived. Built an empire. And the whole time, he was carrying your picture around like some kind of lovesick teenager, he evn has a tattoo of your name you know. I gave that tattoo by the way, that’s off to me."

Not sure what made me talk, but I decided to fuck it and let part of the truth out. “Look, baby girl, I am no fucking therapist, but I can tell those scars still bother you. I understand all about scars. My fucking tattoos cover my own from when I was a kid.” I finish the beer and get up to grab another one from the fridge. “When I was a kid, our pack was attacked by a group of rogues. During the attack, they set the packhouse on fire and I ended up being trapped inside. My body was completely burned up but for some reason, I survived. Some fucking reason, the moon goddess decided to spare my life. My entire pack, even my parents died except for me. The Alpha King and his men came to inspec